These numbers can try
Recursion

These closed forms can try
Convincing

Sometimes there is only
Blood, bullets, bodies

But when I think of you
Sister and remember

I know what you'd say now
"You don't cry for me
But for yourselves that's bullshit!
Why only talk of dying for revolution

Live for it!"

*words adapted from 1970 poem of the same title by anonymous

To declaim
These cold lines
To devine
These two depths

Ancient ocean, all the coolness of your power
As it pulses all the horror of its soul

Hell so close
Troubled thought
Reflection
Infinite

**words adapted from Week End, Jean-Luc Godard, 1967

There never was child
There never was a war

From this
Some kind of evidence
Comes some kind of truth

Sound
Defined
No art
Retasked
Assigned

This plan
Has come
Apart
Anew

What measurement
Could recognise
The sign

When this change
Is no change at all
But shades of difference
On a shared trajectory

When we saw you
When you came here
When we didn't
When you left

We're recording
All the oceans
That you crossed
As we cross them

The side of this intent
The sight of this plan
Opponents known
And ranged against this point are shown
We'll fucking go.

The height of this sentencing
To sate every aim
Through every chance
That every fractured second sends
This danger's earned

You can frame this response
Its your place, its not ours
To the force the answer
But if you fall from this line
Then we'll know
We're your standing
Anyway.

Woke up heavy
Tied to the next room
Tiring of words
And walls that conspire

A preference for static
Is coming through clear
Assuages the signal
And buries the tension

Map these two points
And make them
Connected
Connected

This distance
As device
Their methods<
Connected

Positions you've got
Movement you want
Collectives we've strayed from won't save you
This motion could

First:
We tried
To forge
This line
Of sight
That blinds
This power

At the core
Against the wall
Its wine
Like blood
For now

This:
Could be
Hard to
Believe
Precisely
Because
It's real

Now
We're here
And not alone
Not for a second

We can
Withdraw
This our
Consent

We were in your thoughts
You're in ours