soldiers of the quiet
revolution unfolding on landscape like foliage...
weak controllers of the loud revolution
sebum landscape of concrete and capital
soldiers of the quiet
soldiers of the green-brown limbs and leaves
nature is all nature sees.
cicada orchestra in complete pause
awaiting the kidnapped conductress in silence
trapped in a lamp made of fireflys, caught in bottle made for a cousin
radio echoes a traitor into the web of vines
society trips,
the bottle cracks against a stone
1
2
3 minutes later the conductress is in three four waltz tempo
the forest is breathing
and the darkness has been allowed back home
for the rising of the quiet song
tuned out of the decibel of the human ear
a stand for peace in the intestines of war
a stand for learning...
a quiet circuitry
a net worth of networks
an invisible electric
cat footsteps below sound
an open gaze into a quiet present that is calm.
gratitude for the breath entering lung 1
lung 2
contours of passage while exhaling mind...
radio crashes static
upon a Knutsford Boulevard of sleepers and street sweepers
power fails upon the United Arab Emirates
and all left
are the quiet wind knowing bend of the trees
soldiers blend with impending ease
frozen in warm climate, heated in an igloo
temperature is from within.
and the walls are too thin to contain an unplugged human.
plugged in people sleeping through half way trees busiest intersection
walking the programs of their lives
to school, work, other
believing in the programs of their lives
to school, work, other
Cold-Blooded Murder learns the value of life when he has a bouncing baby boy
Rape is screaming for his own ass, Shebada is kept alive as a spectacle when once he would be openly butchered as an example, sickness is loved and degenerates are adored.
ugly is in plugged in people sleeping off the edge of Mt Rosser
sleeping in the program of the boss sir mr emissary sir massa
sleeping in the streams of the schools
sleeping in Gordon Towns polluted cobwebbed river pools
sleeping in Parliament sleeping in corruption sleeping in too fucking late.
Sleeping where it matters most. Sleeping with ghosts.
Sleeping on Lovers Leap. Sleeping on Blue Mountain Peak.
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