Of course it is an experiment,
The sun never set
On us
And so we have a Petri dish
Infected with democratic process
All the choices
Freedoms
A dream big as King Kong
Taller than the tower he climbed
Beautiful as the woman he carried
Results are beyond initial parameters
And people don’t laugh at them
Nations have darkened for
An offhand act of tradecraft
They even spy on us
But the subjects are
Awarded all the freedom a cage allows
Still, when I go there,
I wonder if it will bottleneck
If it’s a dream which is killing
It or a nightmare
Squabbling over professional slights
And genuine primal pain
Blueprints of histrionics
Written in ink and blood.
They’re beautiful
Even if they’re torn between
Looking up
And
Looking
Foreward.
MB Blissett 