We need the slash--
of power chords,
the liberation
of a harsh,
fierce light.
Darkness
wraps  us
in  false equality.

Alive--
in the kinetic heat
of escape,
we must no longer
give life to shadows.
We must exile
gray-tones
embracing
the distillation
of equal opposites.

Polarities in
diametric allignment
still hold
a common
middle ground.

You and I
We and them
us and you
in and out
round and round
concentric circle
in the sand
lines drawn
by well-meaning hands...
enslave!

I  CELEBRATE
The turning tide.
It shall free us
of all
definition.
Then we
will only be
OTHER--
reborn
in a kinder
dream.