When yesterday’s desperation breaks in
bold as brass, dead-eyed robots noisily
disrupt, corrupt, bleating to benefit
elite agendas, still, I joyfully
tune in, receive love’s flow unstoppable
I choose the tones harmonic consonance
encircled literally audible
disregard the corporate dissonance
wash away the tentative control
a sleight of hand, illusory. Just blink
and claim the sovereign power of the soul.
The shift is easier than you might think.