Do I feel like a heavy bag of bricks
being cast out of an aeroplane
falling into a desert, without
soft landing?! I have learnt to
fathom there is more than a
feeling; like a Rubicon has passed
stealthily underneath a threshold,
if you fail to believe in the rhythm
of the horizon, that is beating against your
eardrums and you couldn’t be bothered
listening as you’d rather heed to a grooming
that never held veracity(!), even if you are convinced
that righteousness has fallen like bridges
that you all burned down with the most
recent ediction! The Dadaism of Communism
can make me feel frugal not frail! Righteousness has
fallen, not God…That you will realise after you
are partying hard from Maine to California
tonight, that God didn’t die today, it is the
USA that is dead!
