A Poem

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We are the changing line
jumpshift, whirl
switchback, twirl
wave and wind
a gain and again we are the
leap and the re
turning we are the
burning in our own throats,
yearning to be
further and free

We are the right
hemisphere liberation front
with cells in every human.
Shakti troopers striking
terror from the heart and breaking
the hegemony of the
white bread culture.
We are
up to Sirius
alien sedition

We are the bud
sport, new and all
ways present tension
the rhythm of love and
the dance called

~ Will Bason