we’re alone together 

in this fight 

holding onto 

ourselves despite 

 

centrifugal forces 

pulling us apart 

blown strands 

of cotton candy hearts

 

our desires have

never felt so close

our fears never  

so overdosed

 

we catch ourselves 

holding our own throats

hoping it’s 

just a cold

 

my fellow Americans 

my billion distractions

do we have a plan

are we still playing dead

 

that dream we have 

lives on in our heads

shining hill’s

obscured but still there 

 

mellow dreamlands

tainted fields of grain 

we have the technology

we can build again