The Radiation first revealed itself in Our hair; Everywhere, but not like a flood. For so long or, at least it seems, There we are ; us and the little machine.  It's like a tree whose rings are tangerine. Would we ever know, If we all stand as a whole beneath All of (/) and it's entirety? The Divide is the Lie The sounds made of flesh like the work is made.of labor. They need it all, for us suffrage. Nope no more Not now or later. There is no tomorrow in a place That once ruled all the great Kingdoms That has laid down beneath their shackles of shame Confessed perversities insane, Eruptive these vessels All led by the toungue. Led by the sound of jnsync legs jolt the ground And like rubber it bounced back Our double claps, open finger tip taps right above the knee cap Those sounds that carry travel And tarry on past time. Being makers- it's all we have.