it seems to me

(but why?)

that my Silence

is just tantamount

(for most, if not all)

to agreement

tacit acceptance

passive manipulability

yet when I do talk

(clumsy hesitant fumble)

the easy way out is chosen

and my pronouncements

are malleably shaped

into whatever suits the listener

so as to remake the past & present

realities

into whatever suits

him/her

best

so what happened

to Listening

does that even mean

anything anymore

who ever said

that understanding

should come easy

with no effort

at transposing

our mind into

somebody else's

I repudiate easy Truths

I turn away from conventions

cowardly proverbs

passed-on resignation

they make me sick 

to my stomach

allergic repugnance

irritating insistance

upon the systematic

gathering of clues

tidbits 

nuggets of fact

simulacrums of fancy

gruesome testimonies

to Innocence and/or Experience

yeah, me maties

the next Ice Age

will NOT be televised

(on the contrary)

it's happening inside us all

right now

for a long time now

denying us our right to envision

(you see where I'm going with that)

every one of us

who imagines something new

digging up 

instead of using the cast

questing for

not paying for

tearing out of our beings

without anybody knowing

yeah

that's what we need

to be concerned about

there are few of us

but a fraction of an infinity

is a veritable army

let us take arms

and fight

for our right

to gush

kiss

hold

seek

explore

gather

invent

adapt

adopt

change

improve

invert

(covert peaceful gentle revolution)

insert

our spiritual DNA

our psychic revelatory

abnormalities

into

the cursed

fated

destined

doomed

directives

of our Age

I want to walk

between mysterious rows 

of forbidden books

with the girl of my dreams

holding her hand

kissing her there

hearing her laugh

my hand on the nape

of her neck

while we smuggle

forsaken knowledge

back to the Circle

of our crazy friends

while my children

use scrap metal

and foam

and electric tape

to materialise

their thoughts

into new

shocking

(rows upon rows)

contraptions of

imaginative sweet

tender bright

emanations

of their own unique

manifest giddiness

let us join