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Did you?
Did we what?

Vote Farage of course!

Don't ask. Don't mention politics. Ever.
That was the last time; we are not going to be part of it any more.

But you used to be such staunch Greens...

I mean it. We've had enough. We won't be voting again.
Anyway it was a tactical thing, we've been fed up with the situation for years, but we still had dreams of getting the Conservatives out. We just don't believe in it any more.
And it's quite pointless discussing it.

Actually we are the lucky ones, where we live we get a lot of support. We're grateful, we really are, but then when you look at the rest of the country ... it's heartbreaking.
It's not how I thought life would be - more like being in someone else's B movie. It's wrong, it's embarrassing, it's immoral. 

We won't give up fighting for rights and dignity.
We just won't vote.

It's not the same thing.

We used to love this country.
We won't give up on her.
Yet.

Let me be as urgent as a knife
on those days when I lean into
imagining that there is yet 
eternity waiting on the words
that dance across the splendid 
array of neurons decaying
unkindly as I dream of line,
of shapes, bodies yet unformed,
sculpture awaiting the birth
that distorts my body, the pain
and urgency at cross purposes
in the making; the realization 
of my self escaping while it may;
the knife remembering lives
unspoken. The pain creating
it's own urgent reality.
Reasons for making increasing;
escalating, with the clarity
of the knife; and time like broken glass.