the anti-situation
speaks its authoritative narrative
yet no wisdom weaves into its fabric:
real life remains as isolated as ever
much is removed from thought
so all speech is loud,
what was soft and empty fills up
with agents and aggressiveness
experience itself does fight against antagonistic texts
and opportunistic agents
yet crematoria's ashes
keep filling-in the interstices emptied by official reality:
it's not death that moves the living
not smart explanations that merely move the currents of the wind
but deeds that never surrendered yet
in news' final only moment