"Running, backwards, breathless, fluid
Moving and yet stuck I will get through this
Make the waves to wash away the muddiness of waters
Rising, slipping, twisting through these streets of so called conversation
Speaking indirectly through the polished sheets of broken glass"
A republic of dreams
Of desires without barriers
Subversive as love
Set free from constraint
The message we send
Is the means
Is the end
If not you then who?
If not now then when?