lying lines strewn across the fearful body politic

cut up by demographic, geography, and other frames of limitation

a desolate landscape dotted with faint stars of hope

individually, we dissent

lies descending 

cut cords that had bound tightly to the flattened plane

fractal expressions of One

arise from your wakeful wrest

one plus one plus another is something

and something is not nothing

no matter how you slice it