The Walls Still Stand
by Wolfi Landstreicher
From Green Anarchy #16

Sometimes it seems we could not be
stopped; we were crazy feral children,
our eyes ablaze with polymorphous lust.
Our intensity demanded eternity, an
unending flow.

There was no turning back. Reeling,
dizzy with joy on the edge of a cliff, our
lives so full of now, there was no
tomorrow.

We flew burning through the night
finding toys with which to create the
wonders of our lives.

Bricolage symphonies, cacophonies,
insanities.
Our madness was intentional, a
godless rite to break down the walls
and dams.
The moments of our lives seemed like
forevers so full of this life they had
become.
We lost ourselves in flows of desire, in
wandering currents of sensation
stronger than the channels that would
keep them in constraints.

Our hearts pounded, we were wild-eyed
with our energy, flaming tornadoes
dancing zig-zag through heaving
landscapes...
Smashing the walls...
Smashing the walls...
Smashing... smashing... smashing the
walls...

But the walls still stand and I am tired...

Set me aflame once more.