I say I want a revolution.
And I know we all want to change the world.
But, the world!
In all its turning, turning, turning, my reddened vision allows only change.
And I can't see my hand in front of my face.
Red must be darker than they tell us.

"It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labours of peace." — Andre Gide

I'm an ascent of futility, just like stan.
A purpose driven suicide. A fantastic acceleration to overdrive.
Vain desires, vain attempts, vanity.

They never talk about inner revolution, though.
An unclogging of selfish paradigms.
An INNER recovery from a revolutionary urge.

The spout of red is halted in flow, and the world is white and new.
A revolution.

my revolution.


Sarah Lynne said...


There are no words to describe how much I love this. And you.

Claire said...


[that is the best way I can type the sound I just made]

Oh, Kay. The brilliance of this post astounds me. YOUR brilliance astounds me.