Bolshevescent Poem by Peter Gizzi

You stand far from the crowd, adjacent to power.
You consider the edge as well as the frame.
You consider beauty, depth of field,
lighting to understand the field, the crowd.
Late into the day, the atmosphere explodes
and revolution, well, revolution is everything.
You begin to see for the first time everything
is just like the last thing only its opposite
and only for a moment. When a revolution
completes its orbit the objects return only
different for having stayed the same throughout.
To continue is not what you imagined.
But what you imagined was to change
and so you have and so has the crowd.