9/20/18

mythical creatures

like faeries and sprites

call me from bed to adventure

those nights I give leave

 

Impossible possibilities

bubble high through wide sky

Always crying for aid

while there’s no one to listen

Why would I want to trade my wonders

for society’s lies?

Invisible beneath worth of social gaze,

running free neither sin nor disability

 

 

Rights cannot be given --

they are naturally ours as creature of reason.

Rights can be taken away, by violence.

 

 

Solitary

in my codes, beliefs

knowing politics as the science of order.

All human acts are corruptible.

Needs, desires, self-fulfilling fantasies

outrun codes, beliefs.

 

 

9/20/18