In Diaspora spores of ecstasy, mutiny and insurrection
rebel against tyranny and become the tyrant’s offering
Sacrifice is ritual, both real and useful
humid as the dawn in swampy storms of vision
Precision is clueless less the virtuous resolve it
Resourceful yes but nonetheless tired of twirling in groovy dramas,
sand storms and bottomless pits
Groping for history, mystery and freedom