When lying becomes as easy as breathing, is truth oxygen or CO2?
It must yield a new currency. It has to.
Concurrently, these currents are currently rising with the tide’s currents of current events—
The same old loop. The same tape. It’s a different medium with a different message.
These polyurethane strips made out of the dreams of a generation of a country whose backbone is burnt black with the ashes of the people who were burned as fuel.
Silently, I wait. It is better to remain quiet and be thought a fool. Period. Full stop.
I (am over) run. I (seek) t(er)rain. I (em) brace.
I hope, but I prepare.
In case I have to bury myself underground.