Acephalous

This one goes out

To all those

Who never got it together

To make it

Though still made

Love songs

Echoing out into space

For you I wish

An acephalous society

Where lineage and kinship

Are organising principles

Yet flexible enough

To let us cross the tracks

Imagine no leaders

A stateless place

That maintains

Institutions of caring and education

Minus the discipline and punish

There will be the love that binds

Without clinging

Songs at sunset

To see us through the night

This goes out to all the lovers

Who never made it

But still got it together

To laugh at the heart of things

This goes out

To all of us

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