Revolutionary

[skonen_blades]

You’re like
If someone put a revolutionary into a kaleidoscope
And turned it into a pepper grinder
And prismed all the psychedelic pieces
Into a fractured hall of mirrors
A swirling, tripped-out multiverse of viewpoints
A sentence-fragment salad of broken-mirror shards
And newspaper clippings
And clickbait articles
And parroted talking points
Poured out of a blender
A slurry of rebellious ideas with no structure
No true comprehension
Just a vague and far-reaching sense of unease
Reaching out with scared drowning hands
To grab onto anything that gives your anger something to stand on
You contradict yourself so much
It’s a wonder you don’t slap yourself in the face
You whipsaw back and forth between
Causes and platforms and opposing opinions
With a mental agility
That would be impossible in someone
That didn’t look at the world
Through the shattered windows
Of a missionary
You are not the warrior
You are what’s left
On the battlefield



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