Today, my beliefs go unchecked worshiping sun-and-moon neutrality w/in the gloom of purgatorio as perceptions of different possibilities blow town, including the best halo effects and feelings. They’ll come back. 

It’s nice finally to pin a class of face on our humiliating supressors. 
Today, every day open censorship is going to be there,  
filtered, unfiltered as long as it takes. 
 
Thunder on the outskirts — how to pay for this...  
Bouncy... apocalypse...  
My instinct when asked is to squeeze back  
on our purview of half-soothing terms,  
junking on top uninvented heights,  
the same heights outward  
as the sunset roars into place.