Revol(t/v)ing

Where’s the revolution? I’m not there. Or rather, perhaps I am and it’s not me revolting but just revolving, spinning. I won’t be there in case you’re wondering. Like in les mes, they end up with empty chairs at empty tables. Freedom becomes tyranny and day becomes night. Hope is not the things of man, the things of governance and finance and policy. Hope is in the higher orders. Hope is in the undying, the infinite. Revolve around that for a second and I’ll see you there.