Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

“Assume it’s not objective—what you see
as huddled masses’ cemetery wit
is thought synapses subjectivity—

believe security descends from it;
and treacherous dissenters’ words discard
as huddled masses’ cemetery wit—

their peacefulness is pacifistly marred
by weaknesses of whirled-peace vortices
and treacherous dissenters’ words.” Discard,

it seems, my sanctuary wish and ease
my messianic hope in you who kill
by weaknesses of world-peace vortices—

and still you wonder why my livid will
falls scandalized, now phoenix mortified?
My messianic hope in you who kill

is hope for revolution: all that’s lied
falls scandalized. Now phoenix mortified,
assume it’s not objective; what you see
is thought synapses subjectivity.