the minimum.

worry survival aluminum paralyzed minimum it's Friday now. years since the votes came in three days ago. and I worry for the survival of my friends. lovers. enemies. tyranny rises, a cold aluminum sun over a battlefield already bloodstained. but it can hold more. it will. I can see it. I sit my soul paralyzed and my heart whiplashed like a metronome between despair and revolution. I'm but so small, and hate is so enormous. but love, and truth, and right are bigger. I can hold to those things. it's the minimum. and the maximum.