a place as this is nothing short of a sauve qui paut
un mis en scene of savoir faire and schnapsidees
a semper fidelis to one sans-culottes
to whatever wanderlust fills the curve of people who seek Pravda in the Hora Inglesa, I am the hysteria proteron.
but what of an unspoken sentiment boiling within
burning to convalesce as another, a subtruth, a fake fortitude well desired, chosen by those who would care lest they ignore what the system would want
should it know
should it care.