and now we sit in our separate windows
affirmed in our joblessness
almost like we knew this was coming
never at home in our work
only ourselves at home
rejoice or despair
waiting for shit to get real
are there more sirens than usual?
identity as an abstraction
you can't hang a hat on
tenuous at best
thinking about powers to the people
and how this era is traceable
the timeline so obvious
in crisis world each day is a decade
at first
but it will speed up
but it will speed up
