Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it. - Denise Levertov

To me it seems perhaps Kropotkin understood half of what we need to know, and Lenin perhaps knew half, and true revolution … true revolution must put these two halves together?

Delivered out of raw continual pain,
smell of darkness, groans of those others
to whom he was chained — unchained, and led
past the sleepers,
door after door silently opening — out!

"I thought I was growing wings — it was a cocoon.

I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire — it was deep water.

Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;

facing my mirror — no longer young,
the news — always of death,
the dogs — rising from sleep and clamoring
and howling, howling....

("Seeing For a Moment")"