We’re
in it and we are it:
we cannot
stop – despite
our manufacturing
illusions
of a respite
in
which intermittent
calm
oases let us cease –
adopt
for moments just
a
little peace: we
can't
for long pretend –
we have
again to face
we
never left the headlong
rush:
just when it all
began or
may at some
point
end is not
the
point of surf:
if a
tsunami had a brain
it
would sustain a single
perfect
aim: to know
the
opposite of no –
which isn't yes but GO.
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