and maybe at the end of this sickness
we can find some time to unwrap just what it is we have been left with.
maybe witches, with their tools and such
can aid us in discovering
that which was made inaccessable to us.
i am only here
pleading my case outloud
to whoever would decide it was them time to hear.
i want things for us
like open fields
and autumn lays.
i want tremedous shake ups
the end of money
re-enstatement of love
and free sex,
i want us to have the free-est sex.
and for it to mean nothing to anyone but us.
because it makes us happy.
and maybe i know how get to that.
maybe some action leading there can be this note of intention.
and hope for better tomorrows.