‘Deportation Forever Continues! This is an immoral and illegal and wicked course of Global Separation and Global Apartheid.’ We are all Children of the Universe and We have the Right-to-be Everywhere…

“Alone I look for the way
hoping you are waiting for me
where the hostile world has no say
that is where I always want to be.
Where my eyes want to follow
when I’m far-far away,
when life brings me sorrow,
into silence I escape.

Among the stars
there is a place
to where my heart
always returns.”…by Anna Aya Stefanowicz

 “Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.”…by Karl Marx and Frederick Engels

Realm begins and Emerald Beams blaze. Blue corn stocks are piled throughout Giant Ridge, for five hundred miles across and stopping because height stops, and sky begins. “Tis reach to stay and say this place is climbing high and growing large while from spinning barge we ‘cross this sky bright and into eternal night. Everywhere snow: large flakes and small swirl ‘round this alley wide and middle dreary to hushed elegance on both ends where streets begin and alley’s end… Bitter away from streetlights. And! Silent away from rider less paths where foot high white bounces lands and covers asphalt ways and concrete walks. Quiet so! Go no shadow pale wall crawl or dark creep while light speak is too scattered to form round interruptions of snow motion descending to bounce and to stop.

The Iron Rider a horse less ‘Strider’ covers ground where white drifts climb frozen bits of rhythm and rhyme together and mingle and tingle and shape another surface ‘gainst earth and propped up just beneath a different sky. Her booted steps quick now to disappear underneath winter fall frozen wet and to quick cover or hide; both, shadow walk and her sword and a Princess shield…And! Within moments and motion, she disappears…

“Cross desert sand landings and every eye is weeping…” author unknown…

If the prescience and means to a concrete and inevitable series of immediate twinkles disappear than mankind’s lost of vision and goal-oriented proximity results in intellectual and moral collapse. Constructs vanish from our conceptual progressions and from our communal distresses. Perception separates as the incapacity to reason and proceed with principles disappear. A principle equals something primary or a general truth or a fundamental. All integrities and essentials are contingent upon these standards.

 “We forget that many people feel they must act even if they don’t want to or are afraid to,” said Charles Haynes. “They feel that the highest authority in their lives is not the state; it’s not the ICE. It’s their conscience, it’s their Gods.”

Called a Populist Revolution not formed and not aware of scattered notions; neither right, often damaged nor very wrong. Global causes are formations and often cause Global pause. To deport our people, present and in the here and now is cross laced in this place and intimately connected to a planetary movement of both, important people and important goods that our people create. Deportation is no longer an issue of domestic policy. To relocate the energy of reliable effort and trustworthy labor, to expatriate our associates from a United-Scatter-of-States inches close but ideals-miles-separated; ruins life’s functions, when globalization and the restructuring of ubiquitous economics, creates a just and beautiful and very purposeful need for global migration.

Recall the terror of displacement? Shifts immediately influence the perfect essence. Exhaustion defeats the human both; physically and psychically.  Amplified inequity causes angry and discontented societies. Restrictions of hope and greed achieves nothing. Fleeting feats cannot continue indefinitely and forever is unimaginable. Transition thinking! Creations of conventional competitors forever abolishes the collective prospects of common people…And! We are the common people of this home and of this world and of this ephemeral flash-in-time…

—-Maybe we are born comprehending everything and due to becoming a corporeal being, all is forgotten then gradually recollected within brief lifecycles. Visualize what we might recall over one thousand years of incessant existence?—

And! Beautiful you are…