Revolutionary, then
is failure now
the edges may have seeped around
transforming It
from the inside.

we wake like clocks
meet in irregular circles
negotiate minutia that only we can see
and hover around the same tone

Softening ourselves
beside each other, counting
emanating out
Eye am thrust into observation from the imaginary future
as we tap our thighs here,
and we combine, here
ink or oral history
movements, recorded.