Catch you on the flip,
phantasmagoria of inner light.
The next big blight
is waiting to stop us in our tracks
and make off with the general welfare
in a blur of bigotry, fear, and self-loathing.
Mind the arithmia, dammit,
take it to heart.
For the young upstarts
will indeed have their day in the sun
and in the shade as the mood requires.
We lit these fires for their specificity, you know,
and for the hope the flames contain.
Manic dialectics only raise the stakes
of our frenzied enterprise.
This war will not be won in dollars.