Also
in public parks
enclaved by electrical wires
transmitting,
contented they sat.
Sharing stories
the same
way each time, more-or-less
egalitarian retellings
and audience
interaction,
they formed
a semblance of optimism
about their flawed
insurrection,
using their own language against them.
Some careers do not go gently, rather
against the current, as is Dylan.
And undermining,
a culture built with shovels -
can we call that hollow?
Stray not, students.
The Narrenturm has been burned.
And I am encroached by fear that
I will sit, surely,
progressed
in an uncomfortable chair
seeing academia
as only a torch-bearing mob.
This timeline is flawed
as certain as Focault was whacked-out on LSD
and as the stars that twinkle are airplanes and
satellites
in all their glory.
These are not lies we tell ourselves:
hush, you do not believe in truth.
An archipelago of meaning
and meanings.
We left that park
(Moses has built a parking lot)
and
and
society must be defended.
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