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.
