We’re to be lightning rods – Cicero always said that. That’s our role. We’re made to bear what others cannot.
Truth, shooting through us. The divine zap. The divine download.
We’re capacitators. We’re sacrificial channels. We’re here to translate the lightning into something else.
We see what they’re doing. We know it. We’ve intuited the plan. Through sheer drunkenness. And wild hyperbole. We’re campus seers. Coming to conclusions in our rants to no one.
Work in Progress 