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“. . .why can’t we be what we want to be?

We want to be free. . . [. . .] Three o’clock

roadblock / And hey, Mr. Cop! Ain’t got

no. . . birth certificate on me now.”

-Bob Marley-

One can’t speak precisely

of the way that things are besides

in a form of metaphor,

So when the grammar of violence

prescribes a regime in your brain,

May we let silence reign.

And may we understand

the correctness of an idea can

be confirmed only by its repetition in time.

But because something gets repeated doesn’t

necessarily mean that it’s correct,

and hence we have at root,

the problem of propaganda.

Hence no lie is truly a lie

before it imposes on us as true;

No propaganda would actually exist without this

key distinction between fiction and journalism.

For there’s no speaking precisely

of the way that things are besides

in a form of metaphor.

No communication without this device

which elevates reality by way of the imagination,

Although the concept of reality itself is

a device that subjugates the imaginary.

Where’s the precise distinction

between a cosmic sea turtle and Newtonian physics

but merely in the reflection of metaphorical accuracy?

It’s really so ludicrous to perceive of Time

as acting in a sense like deoxyribonucleic acid,

twisted in shape—

raveling and unraveling

for the sake of continuity,

When at the point of origin lies

recurrence; an unmasking of the essential

inversion by genesis, contriving illusionary

Dichotomies out of beginnings and ends?

For truth is in truth, more or less a bottomless depth,

Destined like the volcanoes of prehistory

To break on through its finite latitude and

Rain down upon our minds the vast emptiness of sky

Self-contained within a Klein Bottle topography.

Captured no more in the glass

cage of certainty, we discover

the unknown is freedom to create,

through sheer will alone, knowledge itself.

Granting power to the people everywhere

to know themselves; and to define

their own destinies. Rather than to insist

on dividing up a line infinitesimally,

On inventing newer and newer ways

of repeating the same old thing.