tree interprets wind
telling which way the 
western one blows 
by its subtle swaying
staying or flowing
away away away
from the simple
explanation
of force
wind tells tree
tells me why
i think of you
jacaranda bloom
in june

and i was scared scared 
scared of existing 
of actually being real
i still am in fact
 frightened 
quite often
to this day. 
this long 
root of 
fear that keeps us quiet. 
no more 
no mas
no no more 
no no more 
nomas
enuf enuf enuf enuf
for a lifetime 
lasted enuf. ya. 
i thought i could
quiet the storm
inside me in the
water the water
could hold 
but no 
could not 
forever anyway 
out out 
out out of gut
now now 
always 
pouring and
spilling 
porous loose
lysander lye 
onto street
and cracks
and its lovely 
sometimes 
rarely maybe

u don’t miss love
u miss the safety 
of being controlled 
being told 
what to do
what to be 
the safety of 
their will 
u would do well
to know 
the difference 
so that next time
you don’t 
mistake chains
for embraces 

change happens whether you care or not
revolution happens if you believe 
or not; empires fall always as a rule 
things can get worse or better
if you prepare 

my dear sister; i know the world 
has untold weapons against us
my dear sister; i know the words
alone will not convince you 
my dear sister; i am imploring 
you to fight 

not for fighting sake 
but for the future
nihilists have been 
proven wrong time
after time 

like meteorologists
or politicians 
a lack of caring 
a pessimism 
is not security 
it is a paper
tiger 

i love you and
live for you
even as i 
know 

you are no
longer 
my friend 

practices
loneliness,
as a virtue. A single
specious need
to keep
what you have
never really
had.
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