More clear, direct
More substantial
or fantastic
What I need to say
What claws itself out from
some place
that is me.
Sense deeply processed
beneath my consciousness
released not in fleeting dreams —
here and now
What I need to tell you (plural you)
that we all already know,
hear, revile as saccharine sop
to futile reality —
innocent souls, before natality’s tolls,
toils, recriminations, banalities.
Who we have fallen into, become
without preparation or consent.
I so want to convince you (us)
all of a shining destiny
above petty declarations of war.
Craving more, a truth and justice
promised, like Santa Claus,
a human soul that loves, demands
mutual assured aid and comfort,
fulfillment of long sought paradise
because we can.