“... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.”
--Audre Lorde
revolt is continuous the space of a body in space pieces cohere, dissolve, calculate coins, instruction, an orange hue wafting smooth tones linger wasting precariously why imagine any future refuse choice
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