I taped the ideas to my head

so all would know who thought them

Then died a fourth time for them

to be found with my body

riddled with bird shot

and rubber bullet bruises

in a cell of my own forming

with associates not known

for crime. It is thus we show

the valour of times unknown to all

but for free men along with women

on the side of the time-tide’s own

making of sand and weirs

of youth and living.

It is thus to be here in the end

of the time called the end of the rut

and the ruin and that is why

it is all about to fade

to insignificance

as we disperse into

threads of ether.


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