Below the Radar
beneath the wind that blows the schemes &
the mundane reality of which most breathe,
there lies a place just below the radar---
here one makes decisions for themselves
as a representative of one in a disposable world
as a witness to all & yet undocumented
as having spent one moment on this planet
rotting away with the rest---
a ride out into the desert, a walk into the woods,
a jaunt down the dark side street, time spent in an
abandoned dwelling, away from phones,
away from cameras, away from conversations that
doodle about celebrities & consumption-minded popular culture---
here is where the grit is found, where a modicum of justice
can be lived throughout the day,
by way of a process of freedom that is constantly being worked on &
constantly being set forth amidst a zillion motives to end it---
answering to no one but the survival instinct &
rumbling through the changes in seasons,
individuals who dare to, know the rewards that can be reaped,
for they bear no price & they bear no possibility of sale---
this unique change is orchestrated from within.
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