The street is full today of faces that I know. I see them everywhere in dreams that we all share, that pulling undertow, subconsciousness at play collectively, unsung but vivid in my sight. How is it that we lost? What led us here? What cost is mounting? Where is light? Who are we among? The vision of yesterday is overtaken, gone. Yet struggle still remains. We calculate the gains, those we count upon, those we'll not betray despite the fact we're weak. So where now do we turn to beat back what is dark; that confounded oligarch who ever strives to burn those very things we seek?