Wow! Controversial literature finds its way onto my shelf once again. This is a strange period but I’m not ready to supplant the dream just yet. A streak of subversive ideals still ring true to me. I am not at all ready to just up and give up the vision. I feel compelled to drive on and dig further still into this dark night. Let the awkward phrases kind of work themselves out. Interference at this point is unnecessary. It would serve no purpose but that is an emerging motif for the evening. Seems unlikely to ever again obliterate the mundane.
Subversive poetry
dotting a tattered bookshelf
raise inspiration
to not accept a bland fate
and oppressive lifestyle