I’ll rejoice when it matters
Like pages torn and fluttering
Words barely coherent
Dyslexic and mismatched
Pieced together by librarians rapidly running out of tricks
Life is just grief suspended
Like disbelief
In this cyber punk
Almost post apocalyptic fever dream
I would show the same resolve and bleed
If only it would matter
I can scream into this echo chamber filled with soft friends and endless void
And I would wait until my voice gave out
If it would matter
So here I stand
A statue avoiding fight or flight
Waiting
Lying in wait
The revolution
Is tired
I’ll rejoice when it matters