||Some of the most fleet and insidious evil is cloaked in pedestrian virtue.|
||I miss those enemies. We can pretend that they don't know the depth of their betrayal,|
||and thus fight them with love and fluttering flags and delirious anthems daring their voices to join.|
||Our current foes are the other kind,|
||the ones cloaked deliberately in the uniforms of unambiguous failure.|
||They do not quietly infiltrate the communities of humanity,|
||As Everything Unfolds
||they stomp in waving racist heraldry and reiterating their ignorance in voluble frothing pathetic hatred.|
||We can always see them coming. They declare themselves with sub-infantile pride.|
||"Sad Looks Pretty on Me"
||Sad Looks Pretty on Me +2
||They ride slow escalators into our view,|
||We Are the Catalyst
||and elaborate incessantly on their delusional nihilistic schemes.|
||They gather in grim daylight,|
||"Wired to obey"
||on the steps of our temples of belief in their humanity,|
||Souls Of Diotima
||and demonstrate to convince us we were wrong to dedicate buildings to this faith.|
||They look for the cameras before starting the itemization of their pointless intended treasons.|
||Control the Storm
||Not content with brown shirts, they print up imbecilic commemorative hats|
||in assiduous anticipation of their crimes.|
||Their coups fail on their own declared terms, inevitably,|
||Eternal Nocturnal +1
||and never had anything remotely like an actual plan.|
||You can't rage-tweet a country great again|
||"La gemella tradita"
||Di gatti di rane di folletti e d'altre storie
||with a week-old cheeseburger in your other tiny hand.|
||You do not become the Speaker's voice by taking her lectern,|
||"The Spirit of the Wolf"
||any more than you become a foretold king by pulling|
||"Voyage of the Garganey I"
||an ironic costume sword|
||out of a lake of unironic shit|
||with your unironic teeth.|
||"The Forest Dweller"
||We are abjectly not better than this, one by one,|
||Vivification Exercises I
||but our legends are and their persistence,|
||and our hearts are and their auras,|
||and eventually we are better than this together.|
||We will repaint our white temples and mausoleums and houses|
||in viridian rainbows.|
||"I'LL BE DAMNED"
||We will be hate-drunk, but then again sober.|
||We will earn back our humanity|
||"Hasta el Final"
||one interminable moment of heartbreakingly tenuous peace at a time.|
||Lonely The Brave
||We will remember, in one of the shattered mornings after, that we are each other's keyboards,|
||and that even in our worst days, when it dawns on us that we have followed the oblivious sun into the rising sea,|
||"Damn I Do"
||we remind each other of ourselves.|
||"Bits & Pieces"
||We fail: horribly, unforgivably, on camera, with our names and addresses and our families' worst secrets crawling shirtlessly across the chyron.|
||And then the reinforcements for justice arrive, and you win for a moment for having temporarily reduced ideas to armor instead of love,|
||"Immer wenn es dunkel wird"
||but then it passes and you lose your authority over darkness, and you never had any over light.|
||The Weather Station
||There are pink clouds massing on the cliffs; we will clean the streets where you uselessly marched, and cover them with murals saying|
||"This Is Love"
||"This Is Love".|
||"MAZZA (feat. A$AP Rocky)"
||MAZZA (feat. A$AP Rocky) +2
||We revert, not to our idolized worst selves, but to how we are when we have not volunteered, barbarically, to be cynically misled:|
||"right where you left me - bonus track"
||dust collected in our hair, maybe, yes, but shake it out, shake it off, neither of us ghosts trapped in some deplorable unfairytale of loneliness. None of us born without choices. None of us without better choices, both evermore and today. All of us left to repair all of this and restart the slow transformation to better worlds here among us than we seem to deserve today.|