Revolution is too bloody.
Reformation, a doe eyed ideal.
Resistance is a state of mind—it has space and is ripe
to grow.
The future we want is not what comes next.
There is no “after this.”
Let’s go!
Level your sight and build in parallel.
Find a fringe and plant your stone.
Build the world you want beyond this rotting slough.
Anger is easy. Hope a nepenthe.
It’s time to act. And grow your garden.
Bake your bread. And raise your home.
Share your gift—the gift is you.
This world, it hangs in tatters,
conflating its nothings and desires.
Its vision is a struggle,
but what comes next is ours to know.
How do you change the heart of man?
You don’t.
And here’s the secret—that seed has already been sown. The problem isn’t the seed, it’s the soil, and that’s why nothing is all that’s ever grown.
It needs kindness and love and compassion—with a little community a lot can grow.
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