Vague riots, casually erupting
without cause, or maybe
too many causes. No one knows
but we're all here, and maybe
that's the cause. We shouldn't
have come out without cause. We're
vulnerable out here, all massed
and moving as one, somehow.
looking for cues to follow,
and with monstrous strength failing
to find them. Milling about
nothing, angry and growing
confused and almost spent
from the broken panes, glass
scattered, cars tipped over,
bodies moaning and eyes open
wide half-glazed, every sense alert
in latent panic, ready
to break, to charge, to
bide our time and circulate
and meanwhile, wait
for our scattering strength
to gather again.
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