T H E E N D C O M M U N E

do not fool yourself:

  you are not strong on your own,

   a napkin of autumn snot you are!

and you are thrown onto a midden of ideology,

   and you will not exclaim triumph when triumph is at hand―

         your cause will.

you see cultured principals

    like love, nobility, strife, struggle and passion

      through the dirty lens of politics and ideology.

especially this fanatic worship of love

  turns sterile in the heart of ideology―

    for it can not sufficiently breathe in there!

   love is the parrot

     which scoffs

        mockingly

           its owner and captor:

   love would not let itself become captured like that―

   you can not cage love for it is an aether.

   you can not concentrate it as to re-distribute it,                                                                     

                        for it is not a commodity.

       no, take this shit-talk about equity,

       unconditional love, egalitarian idealism

       and your false universal siblinghood

       and pack it down your traveler’s bag,

             for you will journey soon―

               and not out of adventure but out of necessity,

             for you have been banished from your own paradise―

               true love masticated you, and true love spat you out!