A Scattering of Thoughts on the Electoral Process, in a way.
My in-between state is a country without borders,
but you tend to be a boarder who stays the night in mental beds,
mouth filled with half-truth and uncertainty,
arms filled with everything and nothing,
and everything means nothing and everything...
with regards to an abstract description,
the specifics find themselves building parliament buildings,
Vast and towering...
my imagination is undemocratic- it buys votes with its ubiquity,
liquidly pouring itself into the mold of the solid, sense-sure everyday;
dominating televised debates and public opinion polls,
the creative shiftiness of my brain's netherscape holds a feast for contributors.
Our cup runneth over. Our lives runneth onwards into the endless night,
where the sun, moon and stars share the sky like subletting students,
learning to make love to ideas and each other without ever grazing reality...
a now fluid concept,
in which your content and form marry one another,
calling the entire political system into contempt.
but you tend to be a boarder who stays the night in mental beds,
mouth filled with half-truth and uncertainty,
arms filled with everything and nothing,
and everything means nothing and everything...
with regards to an abstract description,
the specifics find themselves building parliament buildings,
Vast and towering...
my imagination is undemocratic- it buys votes with its ubiquity,
liquidly pouring itself into the mold of the solid, sense-sure everyday;
dominating televised debates and public opinion polls,
the creative shiftiness of my brain's netherscape holds a feast for contributors.
Our cup runneth over. Our lives runneth onwards into the endless night,
where the sun, moon and stars share the sky like subletting students,
learning to make love to ideas and each other without ever grazing reality...
a now fluid concept,
in which your content and form marry one another,
calling the entire political system into contempt.