if you fold a single piece of
paper enough times you can
follow in the American,
Neil Armstrong's footsteps.
it took us 5 generations
to not fear dreaming
this possibility.
the proletariat is on it!
and once whispers of
of success become more than
whispers, when they harden
like our fathers' hands, when they
solidify like the bright, bold
letters of an incendiary placard.
when one of our brave volunteers
is finally rumored to have been seen
waving from a height equivalent
to an Aconcagua or even an Everest!
the tides are sure to turn
in our favor.
then what will they do but
be forced to listen to our demands.
