Stupid with desire, first striving,
next blunted, then worn.
Word arrives:
“The battle is lost.
Your inspiring courage
in service to bad plans,
and broken dreams,
a lesson.”
Wounded with yearning, bruised,
chilled, abandoned.
Direction follows:
“Maintain radio silence,
you are not called to
service in the new
revolution. Long
rest prescribed.”
Walloped lifeside,
oiled, revived, ignited,
maniacally hungry,
you radio back.
“Oh, you disembodied voice,
bugger you, eat my dust.
I am one restored
to dreaming.”
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