We Stand

We stand for rising tides.
We stand for meadow-eyed monks and easychairs full of sticky, sweet sugar.
We stand for marble and moons, sculptured poetry and the kind of architecture that just bursts with soul you can see.
Because we stand for uncovering the artistry of everyday life.

We stand for angels and anarchy and anthrax parents.
We stand for raised fists and baby-faced beards.
We stand for clouds of child brides and rivers of cicada semen.
We stand for lust!

We stand for the elimination of cages.
We stand for the destruction of limits, of focus, of practicality and compromise.
Because the fucking jig is up! You hear me?
Turn around, don't go to work today. Set your house on fire and breath the flames like the air of your first breath.
Because we stand for setting yourself free.