All I ever wanted was your participation 
Both a weapon and a ribbon yield participation 
Both the sky and the earth imminently 
We will no longer sing we will be 
A carnival instead we will be a farm on the outskirts 
Of which highway subtending a disaster 
Of feelings singularity will be interrupted 
By a fantasy of becoming 
On the edge of another’s skin a portal like 
The past enveloping these future words 
The book we could make and be bright 
All I ever wanted was your blood to beat 
With mine we made a quilt we made a sign 
We set up a booth and amplified through 
Simple signals our causes 
The Round Table was once an image 
Of this such utopias that pink 
Table didn’t do enough to save 
Some names from their oblivion 
Some shapes we recuperated from malice 
There will be new names for your participation 
Whole worlds secreted by what 
You decide 
Entire universes simulcast.
 
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