trip
then stumble

and stand.

revolutions,
revolution
cyclical things.

i dream permutations of yesterday.

everynight.

things that are devious, anfractuous i mean.
they put you inside a deathbox on a hill.
roll.
rolling.
rolled.

see you say farewell to direct confrontation.

ferris wheels.
and tires
and bottle caps
and fortune wheels
and silver coins
are found in a carnival. one built on a scorch and burn, outsourcing, insider trading, the gop and the dems, the president and the patriot, the minister and the murderer, exchanging. musical chairs. pockets are where the secrets remain. ride the merry-go round.

it is ambivalent.


there you be above the bourgeois and their maelstrom of circular motion.
ripples.
come in multiples.
and grow grow from the inside.
that is how you know you are never safe.