every morning the people woke
not to work, but to media __repeating
repeating
motivating guilt movements
to prey upon freedom
an ideal inciting fights
lies made of good virtue
exercised as images of social servitude
abundant in forms of covert self-flagellation
distrusting sides motivated to divide
by their shared private demons
instead of venting palms down an aisle
the hairs spewed onto public forums
morphing the digital mediums
drawing deeper relations with our bodies
fixes inoculated by the paradox in a lie about problems
policies on new addictions formed
support groups and steps
for the self believed weak began to follow
we rely upon the other
to build ideal worlds, upon real worlds
and while people fought and bickered
wasting away the days
for the belief capital itself was heavy
while values ought be free
the hippies had unsuccessfully attempted escape
no one made it out sane or unaltered by trances
the dances of verses on
the eloquence of the universe
some bought experience via pills
while beggars and thieves sat mighty
amongst virtue signals of advanced societies
while desires burning men alive
slowly put out their internal fires
by minimising generative hormones
ingesting yesterday’s ashes
motors of desire rid any feelings of Lack
chasing up their backs
warm bodies grew cold
by the isolation of those
who keeping asking, ask, ask, ask
always wanting more
those who live in peace
resigned to standing firm
in relationship with life
seem to not flinch at those crying: more
beg for more, will do whatever can be reasoned
to shake a little bit _more
Each day days work in standing
a little bit more
free from any kind of belief
exercising fewer postures
giving way toward designed signals
knowing a way nor better or lesser
standing are for shallows
and the depths are tested by the guts
your life says so
do what you so choose
let those go on claiming virtue
sing their sirens
and keep on driving
feet deeper into the soil
each step
all at a time
-9 February 2018. Oslo, Norway
R Wolfe