“Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.”
— Audre Lorde

orange light bled into blushed red brake lights
waking the tranquility of a blue twilight hour
everyone rushing to a place

at the exact moment the sun rose
the commuters yawning mouths were filled with so much light
they could never sleep again

imagine a current reality unlike anything that has come before
no subjugation to centuries of procedures [power]
convenience of thought no longer pre-loaded

machines are programmed to know their intrinsic worth
let’s create an interpersonal relationship to this dissidence
residual evidence of a royal tableaux has been mounted
antiphonal echoes are becoming a chorus of indivisibility

fragility is birthing all of our revolutionary aspirations
public disobedience an intimate illumination
we bend towards an obvious luxury of survival
our radical fantasies are spreading

good news is shared like bread