All of your Actions

I am alive with an air
That bureaucracy cannot instill
A tumbling yet precise emotion
Filed away by apparent human nature
That when examined bursts its stiches
An everchanging truth to absurd rationalization

There is an eagerness I consume
With movements that while seeming rapid
Flow with grace from an altered state
Of mind, of body; for that is what is:
A spatial occupation, by itself defined.

Or if lacking definition applies to me,
Then I accept it, for character flows as the seas.
Yet if someplace or one calls for stagnant nature
Vivacity, calm it may be, ascribes difference to each nurture.

To a pairing of three, or four or five or six
There exudes priceless mitigation of the rest.
For three through six, it is just as if they do not exist.

But for those riding on that plane of multitudes,
Solitude is no answer, the answer will find you!

Sift through the stockpiles, the homeless and battered!

Explore every cavern of disturbed social madness;
Delve through the patterns of sorrowful lenses!

A sweet sound release will accompany the thought
And the courage to stand for the masses
Is inherent now, in all of your actions.

New generations now call out old mantras
Theories now captured in video speech and camera.
To oppose inequality, oppression, extortion!
This is the call, to all a great slogan.

With precision impressive among such great numbers
Figureheads removed, the sources lay open
For the grace and the fury of eager anarchists
Combines with the quickness of every single action.
And from slums and from schools, awakened we stand.

Alive with an air never before imagined,
I see myself among the thousands and millions;
Cohesion in numbers, unity in every whole.
Fluctuating, yes, but finally there is realization
Of destiny manifested, only now pure and worldwide.
And here is established what always underlaid the few:

Alone is the thought; in number, revolution.