The impossible revolution

This is supposed to enflame you in a positive sense. Fire music does that, at the base, in the green of the statue. Utopia only in Canada. Only on Sundays in summer. “For instance, a certain contortion of the facial features would have them think and feel ‘pity.’" The metal of the bed holds me down so the wolf melts through the glass only to be trapped halfway in between. Hell can’t see us under here, caught in the springs. Thus we rest, letting the fire singe the edges. Close your eyes except on Sundays. Except in the summer. Vivez la revolution.