Seth Proch (July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)
Corruptable Platforms, Or The Light At A Four Way Stop
Assess the situation.
Green is progress,
Yellow is unsure and timid,
Red is threatening and forboding.
These are the signs by which we all must live.
The colorblind die a tragic flaming death.
Twisted metal piercing ventricles.
Release the threatening forboding.
Shards and shrapnel, glass and gore.
This means stop.
This must stop.
See the red.
Have a reaction.
Make a decision.
While one side sees green the other sees red.
The progress of one often hinders another.
The crossroads become conjested.
The traffic of conflicting points of view.
There must be order.
There is no order.
Order is an illusion.
Colorblindness infects those at the crossroads.
The warning signs are present, but no one can see the red.
We've met at the intersection.
The question is not what is the right path.
The right path is clear to those who will see.
The question now is only who is behind the wheel?
Will they choose to heed the warning signs?
They plan our destruction in the name of progress.
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