I.
==========AN OPPORTUNITY==========
==========TO SURRENDER==========
==========LAY DOWN==========
==========YOUR ARMS==========
…nah I’m serious, not delirious
cold curious what you see in this
where it goes for you, how it works for you
makes sense to you – got to – adapt and survive this…
II.
surrounded by walls the nation state
was itself a fragile picture tube
blink box blink black and white
binary oscillation - peep this endless digital copy
see we were stuck on the photocopier with the button jammed
an endless mountain of mouths screaming
no one knew what to do
so we assembled a map from the pile of trash
which according to records and recollection
was in many ways similar to the territory outlined
we further elaborated these into an intricate
miniature scale model
III.
…recollections of babilonia….
a system of extraction
a machine of disfigurement and distraction
predation, addiction, mental disease
suffering, madness…all of these
the children of conquest amass at the gate
mind control keeps us locked in
losing it all, the masters win/rushing about
ebb and flow, myth of sin/self doubt
bow to/raw shimmering reality
a jackhammer, massive engine
IV.
and we are the parts – we do what we’re made for
not what we’re told – we don’t do what we’re told
we do what we feel and believe, we do what we can
we stare and stand, shake our heads
shake hands, shake our ass
if we get down with the bands
we piss and moan, we cry and weep
we ride bicycles down city streets
late at night it’s we who remain and occupy
it is ours who love it
not yours that own it
V.
these pains to heal, it’s been a steal now
the end of windfall profits at public expense
it is ours who love it
not yours that own it
==========the time has come to make amends==========
