maybe not revolution, but its possibility
hope springs eternal and all that
and if hope dies then drudgery and
only motioning, shallow breath in the screaming room
wander at walls but no resistance to push
revelation on the brink of the mind, surging past the event horizon into glassy intergalactica
grab the tail of the donkey and squeeze, ready is the tacky red eye
sleepless and free
unfocussed charmed begrudgery
looking for an armory
terrible voices in harmony
brave and decent and naive
Nice. I say now.
It’s stronger every day. I catch myself wanting to shape it, direct it, but that’s just ego. DGR should be more engaged by being a part of it. By supporting it for what it is. No co-opting, yet. (Not that they are trying very hard.) As for me, I’m watching closely, hopeful in a sort of detached way.