jeudi

no words.

these are not words

nor thoughts

nor feelings

that have been acted upon

yet agressions

against progression

Even finding the capacity to say

in generosity

in awakening

Have you the better stance

yet what fee

yes look at me

As if I already knew

descriptions of the seasons

love and let go

as if they were supposed to be interwined at all

these are not words

nor representation

of reality, nor life.

if it shall not stand barren in the winter

if it shall not stand alive in the summer

what right do you have to even pretend

even when it rests in your arms

even when it kisses your heart

and touches you deeply

seasons, they move in circles

one could say, no matter what

you won't take the chance

instead, resting aside

when the actions are yours

for the revolutionary.