i inhale nicotine so fiercely for moments of peace
stimulants and stabilizers keep me sane and offer moments of release
we fear the looming fascist order
we fight for the right of migrants to transgress borders
in this moment of capitalist barbarism we must seek solutions from deep within
the regime in power is building a cult of death—one that will condemn much of our species to a last gasp of breath
climate catastrophe is upon us—emblematized by hurricanes’ paths of destruction
we must rise and resist—we must seek karmic resurrection
at the root of all our faiths lie axiomatic truths—parables and stories that our ancestors crafted for potent use
whatever your faith—whatever your nation–we must combine and realign all our traditions
i envision a future where sacred fires mark all paths—where meditation is second nature—and where oppression lies in the past
we must uproot this sick system and replace it with something new
we need our cyphers and our sages—our mathematicians and our hybrid cylon troops
in meditation i see windows of intersection with distant stars—we can find our cosmic kin—recruiting comrades from near and far
imagine manic genius unleashed upon our planet—bypo freaks wired cyberneticaly to transcendental psychic portals
exploitation will be banished as workers’ power transforms our globe
in the struggle for system change we must take care of our emotional needs
we must provide support for the survivors of injustice, for the traumatized, and for those whose moods fly free
radical imagination rises high like a phoenix as our primal psychic calling
we must imagine a transformative future for the moment when babylon comes falling
we will build our life cult—rallying the spiritual powers of yore
we will build transcendent solidarity and we will bring our collaborative essence to the fore
the capitalist system has proven its bankruptcy and is now managed by a gang of thieves
but we must fight for so much more than the demand that this satanic cabal be forced to flee
let the anarchist imagination meld with the marxist matrix
let our carrier pigeons fly far and wide—warning of the rapidly approaching river styx
we will build the skeleton of a new world from within the ashes of the old
we will prove to cosmic powers that the future of our species remains untold
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
