There’s gravel in my gut
Aseity is my form
Asteroids orbit my Angkor Wat voice
Fortify, multiply, resupply…
Demystify the horrible events that await us
As diversion from the truth —
Powerful financial terrorists and spies
Undermine capitalism, our freedoms
In their ravenous lust for power
They print endless amounts of money.
Financial terrorists enslave all
With lockdowns and masks

Sitting beside the black diagonals of the rubber doormat
Is a pair of Chaco’s in the dirt
The sandal straps, green and blue, rigid in place
Waiting patiently for the next step
Down a well-maintained USFS gravel road, around
Twenty meters from where I’m parked, camping
Alone, except for the…

Brett Wilcox

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