magoski
Evaporation is a vibration.
Life—death—rebirth—
life—death—rebirth—
best tasted in the bitter bottoms of coffee cups
that never empty,
that never close the café.
Teased and tethered—
we are bound to the repeating rifle,
the tactile pulse of power,
leaders trading back and forth,
promises made to prolong occupation.
Invisible subjugation—
dressed as freedom.
But still—
the people talk.
Still they come.
Even broken cups hold echoes.
Even shattered walls hold heat.