the authority cultivator
is possessed
by its almanac fictions
it cannot help you
by design
it will be a reach
to lift your own yoke
to march is not enough
you must stare
all cracker impulse
including your own
down
toss it a grenade’s worth
of humor then
as it fumes
snatch away what you are owed
hurry into risk
rock it till it kneels
spoil it as best you can
hurry
Dark Matter 
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