When the very earth you stand on and build your dreams
Shivers and crumbles
It is good
When the very air you breathe turns toxic
And causes you to gasp
It is good
When the very relationship that gives you a home
Rends asunder
It is good
When the very narrative of which you are the lead character
Fragments into oblivion
It is good
The worlds we build need to collapse
How else will the foundations be reformed
The foundations need to smither
How else will its material be examined
Unless life crumbles
Its conditions won’t surface
Its imaginaries remain hidden
The mechanisms that automate our lives
The engines that wheel us through
The structures that dominate
Can only be examined and reformed
In a broken world
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