Black moves first, rivers flow upstream 

There is no such thing as a victory
that does not end up making
us them and them we.

There is something in the air, a shift, a turn, an opening.
We no longer have expectations
but welcome change for opportunity
to interrupt and intercept.

WE have inspired an illusion to become more real.
Anyone versed in these arts knows exactly what we’re experiencing.
It is mass possession by forces opposed to the chaos of life,
the autonomy of the offspring of that chaos.

We believe representation matters
because we know the power that has come
with seeing ourselves, our beliefs, writ large.
More please.

More magic, more vision,
greater depth so that more may see.
The insanity that makes us sane
or quiet evermore.

We always admired and appreciated
those of like mind and spirit who labored
to influence these ‘modern’ stories,
telling them with glimpses of the world as we walk it.

Dominance dominates by design.
Resistance bakes a knife in the cake.
Neither wins the day; repeat.

Always wondering what the world would look like
if we had won, were winning, will win.
And by winning I mean,
witches everywhere, bottom middle and top.

But there is no such thing as a victory
that does not end up making
us them and them we.