i'm a greedy coward;
i'm just looking for one like me
to give me courage and hold me close.

the red moon.
the red horizon.
the red necessity:
a world for us all
or death, despair, and death
forever and forever and forever
in the blink of a blind eye.

our time:
it must be
the evening of the days of men.

oh misfortune, how you are steady, dependable
and secretly comforting
(to the one who has suffered too much).
oh good fortune, how you arrive
at the most inopportune and awkward of times.
(but, of course, this isn't true of all places and lies.)

how they are enjoying themselves!
I want to tell them a haiku
or a senryu or a tanka or something
but no one makes time for minimalism.
(how they must maximise everything!)

the centre's hold must be broken.
it doesn't matter if you're right,
if you're just:
without the mettle,
you'll lose.

capitalism:
the magnificent world structure
where money trickles
up, in flows and floods,
so often from pools of blood
—how disorienting a pyramid!
how green the sky it touches and devours!
how barren the grounds around its base!—
and i still hear
the clinking of chains.
can we sit and admire a work of art and majesty
that is produced by the slave? (should we?)
...
why are there those that lack
in a world where there is enough for us all?
has money, the fifth element, not outlived
its usefulness? is it even worth its costs?
was it not always an attempt at communication?
can we not do better? and what is debt for?
and why profit? why not equality and solidarity?
what are the effects of those who hold the right
to limitless property?
what is the punishment for those
who have nothing?
where is power? what do those who have it want?
and how do they get it? what does the exercise of power
look like?
who made us all enemies?
what does a smokescreen look like
once it's been deciphered?
where is the world going?
is there no other course (than off a cliff)?
who decides? is it too late to do otherwise?
...
there's a lot of work to do,
is it worth doing?
it's only the last question i can't really answer,
but if everything is meaningless
then the meaninglessness of it all is meaningless too
and the space is clear
for me to declare a call i shall heed to.
i set no destination, i yearn for comrades, i seek only
a horizon:
perhaps the grass gets greener
the closer you approach that mythic utopia,
the motivation, the far off joy
that waves and beckons endearingly.
"the journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step"
and there are many terrible and wonderful vistas
along the way.
"the masses make history."
"the one who moves a mountain
begins by carrying away small stones."
won't you consider being the movement
of masses with me, in search of freedom
for all
forever and forever and forever
...?
"you can always make something
out of what you've been made into"
so why not try to make something
impossible, marvellous and necessary
...?