Politicking Time Bomb⁣

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Leading ⁣

into the quagmire⁣

of the 2024 U.S. Election ⁣

I painted an abstract version⁣

of a black and white ⁣

brick wall⁣

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Never a vision ⁣

before I paint ⁣

I just paint ⁣

what’s inside me  ⁣

outside ⁣

on the canvas ⁣

then I stand back ⁣

and see ⁣

what came out ⁣

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I’d been listening ⁣

to people talk ⁣

from all walks ⁣

of life ⁣

different cultures ⁣

casts ⁣

and communities ⁣

everyone⁣

so binary ⁣

so for⁣

or against⁣

so this one ⁣

or that one ⁣

so red ⁣

or blue⁣

so yes ⁣

or no⁣

in or out⁣

did you ⁣

or didn’t you?⁣

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So ⁣

in a bid for hopium ⁣

I wrote ⁣

BUILD A BRIDGE ⁣

across it⁣

decided to live with it⁣

and hung it ⁣

on my wall⁣

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A month later ⁣

I was bored⁣

of looking at it⁣

tired ⁣

of the hopium⁣

… there’s no bridge ⁣

being built ⁣

here⁣

…. there’s no unity ⁣

transparency ⁣

or even functionality⁣

in these puppets ideas ⁣

of community⁣

growth ⁣

or harmony⁣

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So I turned it ⁣

from landscape ⁣

to portrait ⁣

and stuck it ⁣

back on the easel⁣

to cover it up⁣

and start again⁣

…. the only real ⁣

politically correct ⁣

thing to do ⁣

in times like these⁣

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Haphazardly ⁣

throwing around ⁣

some paint⁣

no intention⁣

no vision ⁣

bar the idea ⁣

of smudging out ⁣

my hopium⁣

so full in the head ⁣

by all the nonsense ⁣

from all the stories ⁣

about all the wrong things ⁣

that have nothing to do ⁣

with the reality ⁣

I’m raising my child ⁣

to live in⁣

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Like living ⁣

in a game ⁣

I cannot⁣

will not ⁣

play ⁣

yet I can’t find the door⁣

to get the fuck out⁣

so I sit ⁣

in the silence ⁣

of my own pure self⁣

the brick wall disappears ⁣

and a head ⁣

takes its place⁣

the stories in my own head ⁣

literally imploding ⁣

all the programs ⁣

running  ⁣

detonate ⁣

into the ethers ⁣

releasing ⁣

the dumb ideas ⁣

I’d come to think ⁣

were mine⁣

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The archaic beliefs⁣

and blatant lies⁣

of a worn out paradigm⁣

all coming up⁣

in a transparent mess⁣

for the whole world to see⁣

what’s leaving ⁣

making room ⁣

for a new grid ⁣

birthing ⁣

new frequencies⁣

through the purity ⁣

of the space that’s left ⁣

in the silence⁣

of the deleted programs ⁣

flown from the mind ⁣

that locked us ⁣

in the jail⁣

that made us forget ⁣

we were sovereign ⁣

all along⁣

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We
the polaticking time bomb ⁣

about to go boom⁣

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And then maybe ⁣

we will live ⁣

in a world ⁣

where war ⁣

and killing ⁣

is literally ⁣

inconceivable ⁣

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