below the radar

beneath the wind that blows the schemes &

the mundane reality of which most breathe,

there lies a place just below the radar---

here one makes decisions for themselves

as a representative of one in a disposable world

as a witness to all & yet undocumented

as having spent one moment on this planet

rotting away with the rest---

a ride out into the desert, a walk into the woods,

a jaunt down the dark side street, time spent in an

abandoned dwelling, away from phones,

away from cameras, away from conversations that

doodle about celebrities & consumption-minded popular culture---

here is where the grit is found, where a modicum of justice

can be lived throughout the day,

by way of a process of freedom that is constantly being worked on &

constantly being set forth amidst a zillion motives to end it---

answering to no one but the survival instinct &

rumbling through the changes in seasons,

individuals who dare to, know the rewards that can be reaped,

for they bear no price & they bear no possibility of sale---

this unique change is orchestrated from within.