spoke to my brother about silos 

we find crisis in patriarchy 



no harmony 
no balance 
no stillness 


we find crisis in patriarchy 

left with more questions than answers 



have men become distorted? the identity of man? what is a man? have we lost ourselves in the form of default? where in which we find no faults, yet everything aorund us is faulted by us? 


do we exist in a world state where we tell boys to be men without providing a foundation for our own manhoods? Our own personhoods? In losing the staves of our ingenuity, have we now constructed silos of debauchery, angst and trauma? 



silos of binaries 
silos of contention 
silos of stereotypes 
silos of hubris 
silos of volatility 


if a hole is made within this silo, then said executor is immediately drowned within its contents? 


then surely we must all drown? 
we must all drown in self to find self. 



with these questions posed, I answer yes. When did cultivators of the Earth become conquerers? 


speaking silos containing grains 

us being grains

but not millet, not  buckwheat or barley 
I'd ask Uncle Thomas 

but the French, the Patron and Blaise left him in tatters. 

men 
crisis in patriarchy 
so we find. 

but if crisis is to be averted 
then an additional supplement to my 


no our 


inheritance comes from the hope stemming 
from Uncle Aimé. 


if crisis is to be 
no 
if said crisis can be


then brother comrade
and take my curious fervour as a fraternal affirmation 

centuries old structures 
which are reinforced by
men distorted by
centuries old structures 


can be stripped down 

by men 

envisioning 
century old structures.