What do you do what do you do when everything that makes you is dismembering what do you do what do you do when what you remember is lost what do you do then what do you do what do you do when you feel alone what do you do…

Now submit.  Submit.  Sub mit.   To the hours, the stairs  the uncertainty of the floor tilting beneath your raised foot. To echoes of whirling voices, dissonance and rain bouncing  on borrowed graves. To pushing, pausing  wondering if this holds meaning  or sympathies for floppy haired fascism.    We do…