i question the right of anyone
to rule over me and you
to uphold hegemony
and dismiss these questions as anarchy
as though it were something to dismiss
and not the very space between regimes
in the face of the vastness of space
no law of man can hold its place
it begins to float off toward other stars
exoplanets
the unforgiving hostility of so many
supposedly habitable zones
to the violence of that night
a raised fist is right
when the noose of the law becomes
too tight around your throat
and a last roar for freedom
is all that can escape
before the void opens
sometimes it’s a voice screaming in fear
sometimes it’s a song
sometimes it’s a splash of color
stabbing out at the eyes
like a dagger flashing
on a municipal concrete wall
that someone could suffer
or starve
or be houseless
in a world with so much
flies in the face of every rule
that rule
the illusion of freedom
all held up on the legs
of despair
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