revolution no.I

I heard the revolution call,

it came knocking on my door.

The windows shook,

and the floorboards trembled,

with the force of its beckon.

I heard the revolution call,

I had read its invitation a while ago.

Written in code,

symbolic transcript,

a tongue I did not speak,

but the messaged seeped in slowly,

planting seeds and whirlwinds in the mind.

I heard the revolution call,

and I returned my r.s.v.p,

but it was lost in the ether,

distilled upon the midnight air,

an unanswered prayer.

I called the revolution,

he showed up on my doorstep,

eyesome,

covered in bright lights,

adorned in bells and crickets,

a hand-stitched suit of grandmas knickers,

reciting Sutras.

He held a ticket out for me,

for the revolutionary ride

and I….

would be a mortal fool to refuse his invitation.

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