flying high on dopamine i see visions in the sky
hieroglyphics everywhere seducing my mind late at night
when i close my eyes i see wormholes to distant galaxies
we must resist the pathologization of our tribe’s neurodiversity
i dream in staccato rhythms–refueling energy for the day ahead
i am wired in deep meditation–or feining sleep in my unkempt bed
some nights i spend with lovers–blessing me with erotic solidarity
most nights i am tempted by fire –with its power to let genius fly free
we are locked in a life and death struggle against a toxic system deeply rooted
our imagination must reach out to the stars–while digging deep into the lies that protect bourgeois rule
we are the faithful army of jon snow–suddenly aroused in passion by the silver haired queen always fiercely enrobed
perhaps someday i’ll encounter a wormhole with a cosmic link to our cylon future or to the machiavellian violence of westeros
imagination is a powerful weapon in the face of toxic forces so viscerally aroused
we must strive to recruit a phalanx of NEOS–who can see the code of our matrix in the light that filters through clouds
its time to meld minds and fuel our mutation–time to worship the moon and the sun
we may never see the future we fight for–but our backs are branded with pride for what we have done
so meditate and feel your power–become the creator of your own divine spark
express your karmic gifts by organizing, writing, and conjuring new art
with each passing day nirvana feels like an illusion in the face of global existential threats
we must have faith in cosmic powers that can guide our nascient revolution–and work for the capitalist order’s ensuing death
