So savagely distressing
Or, in so cases, distressingly savage
As partisan pro-love as pro-liberty
Astonishingly aware
but so fucking without clue
Forcing or waiting
For eras anew (again)
And hints of omens of signals of signs, sigh
A king's ransom for the arrest and conviction
of genuine feelings on all of this
Shifts subtle shifts seismic
We search our attics
When we believe we've lost our heads
Nudging but fixed to rails like the trains
We know our destinations
As we grow weary
When the darkness again arrives
Optimism evolves past distant theories
And there lies some comfort - it is believe
The things of which we convince ourselves
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