spring Texas
day, I realize
this:
"The world is full
of glorious
surprises"
And I don't mean
this, in the banal
sense
of a newborn baby
or a "second chance" at life,
no
I'm talking more about:
dirty words in alphabet soup
or getting a pink slip for
"not subbordinating
to authority"
ora winter day in a
summer-stained week
whose frigid winds
lifts you back,
back, back.
to a time of innocence
it's briskly touch
re-teaches the lessons
you forgot:
"You and I, we
live for the struggle
the revolution is born out of
imminent resistance
to a system that
has long-commodified
our desires
yes,
we are sustained
by our opposite."
Ask yourself:
what is an anarchist
without the state?
what is a rebel
without a cause?
what is an anti-capitalist
without capitalism?
Happy?
far from it
our collectivist identity
in the political order
is formed via a strategy
of resistance
to a given social order
or yet another faction.
but what does this mean
for you and I?
that we live for the struggle
that there is beauty
in the feeling
of overcoming
obstacles
and loving every
minute of it
there is a kernel of truth
even within a fluid
subjectivity.
'nuff said.