If we can bust through the glass,
through the material class,
of our suffering,
we can find a raw room
with nothing but the sheen of justice.
E pluribus unum.
with the qualitative effect
of fine and necessary writing, of action.
and whispers, beyond the mores of pop culture.
even when it loses – quite unlike what anything
beyond the sun outside,
and heartbreaking demarcation
of time, would insinuate. More like
a postcard from History.