|Le Grand Bateau (1927)|
Ministry of Plenty
We learn about want. And need. Reason not the one. Subdue the other behind a smoke-screen of selflessness. Cradle one hand in the other to prevent grasping. Back to the wall. What you don’t know? I own a seed. I feel a tree growing in my veins. Point your weapon down. Speak your first desire.
Ministry of Truth
You made a game of secrets (truth or dare) and also the rules (fact vs fiction) and I learned how to cheat to win, or to flout the rigours of your subterfuge (true/false) when I wanted everything to be square and just, and not open to any old interpretation or at least to replace truth with trust.
Ministry of Peace
Meet me in the sentry box. 23hr07. Be careful not to lose your grip on the iron stair. The nights are long and cold. No need to remove your boots. Or helmet. The sky twinkles with drones. But here the cams scan only for proles. The shield wall will hold. Remember the password.
Ministry of Love
Ankles yearn for kisses. And thin gold chains. Your eyelashes feel like dandelion seeds. Closed lids. I see fields of green. Your fingertips behind my knee. I taste rose-petals. On the tongue. Your name lives but hidden. I am the landscape. I am the river. You travel towards me. Hearts do more than beat. Cry.
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