This Revolution
In this time of revolution
All that really matters is the turning
Until what remains is just a spinning
Wheel of a hamster with no sense
Of goal or hope of end.
The revolution itself become the end
Turning over any sense of order
Changing for the sake of change
Keeping US all off balance
‘Till in our dizziness anything can come and go.
For when revolution is internalized
It can never really end
Until the destruction is complete
With nothing left to live for
And nothing left to gain.
(11/9/25)
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