from the depths of despair
griping my bones
to the marrow

eroded particles of power
coalesce
and cautiously condense

strange kinds of structures arise

makeshift skeletal outlines
searching for meat
broad patches of broken skin
stretched far too thin
and finding nothing within
to eat

and yet
here lies the hidden hope
lurking
amongst the last of our friends

and hanged
by the they
from their own
self-fabricated rope

survival was never assured
and the fantasy
one may have felt
like the useless hand
we imagine ourselves dealt

has always been
patently unreal
and absurd

it is thus
and this
finds the word

for freedom’s sake
fuck the snake
this apple did not fail

it only fell
to rot alone
as hope is now
where love has grown

to offer a greater promise

Peace/Love/Organize/Resist

m(~_~)m