to hold the weight of right now
the past must be the dress
this moment just takes off
and throws over the sofa
to stand naked for a moment
(as if one would salute the moment)
before the future ushers in
the cover-up the nascent stars
who play us in the prequel
sleepwalking their lines as
classically trained as any despot
the more violent the police
the more frightened the leader
is force fraternal
is hunger equal
is life owned
already you’ve lost it
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