after the storm
comes the rage
against hopeless violence
turned from panic’s page

minds screeching
creeping awareness
beseeching

don’t ask how
that future’s past
far beyond
any sense or novelty now

to wit from the pit
begins again
construction

and more than this
bear to witness
or dare feigned instruction

did any truth
truly survive
that day
what was learned

to stay
with feet of clay
while a better reality
burned

my ambiguity knows no bounds

Peace/Love/Organize/Resist

m(~_~)m