Red, White, Blues

Communities are to be distinguished, not by their falsity or genuineness, 
but in the style in which they are imagined. — Benedict Anderson, Imagined Communities

In my imagined homeland, 
I live near the peak
but should I tan
                                        I 
                                                  would 
                                                            fall.
					
                                                                      Debased.

If I had stayed in that land
my imagined. the real land 
i would not be here
where
                                                  Forehead to Forehead 
                                                  Foreigners in a pit in ritual
                                                  In a panopticon 
                                                  Perimeter of PLA
                                                  Lost to EDM
                                                  On MDMA
                                                  Breathing industrial air

Even Huxley could not dream of this
                    [and you thought Amaurote was strange].

In my imagined homeland 
I kneel in a row
alongside others robed in silk 
practising sword play

                                                                      filtered through the lens of
                                                                      Christopher Doyle
                                                                      directed by fifth generation directors
                                                                      Anachronistic sanitation
				
I want something more exotic.