my soul is pierced by thousands
and hundreds
of fractile glass pikes.
i can no longer continue
to fight our good fight
and avoid this self-harming
reactionary play.
play-writes must stop.
i must stop.
no distance has been made
no change has been cured.
"sit from a sideline", they say
"any sideline", we lay
in wait until the sun may shine;
we the foolish in having hope
that the sun will rise once more;
as if that's not
what the sun just
does.
what it had done.
and what it may no longer do.
