A Tendency to Fall (Live in Studio)

Fate is the guilt of the living of those who survived.

And yet this forever fading light of forgiveness

falls against and makes the shadow of guilt never fade.

Each individual life is an absolute origin unto itself.

Each soul is as particular as it is eternal.

Each is an overflowing, and a movement forward,

but one which stops again, shorted by guilt.

Each one decays as it is drawn into debt.

The debt of capital starts again from its own ashes

it starts again from the other's dreams it raises and shatters.

It makes a desire-object of their labor and security.

History has a motor force its subject has a drive.

The subject longs to disrupt these cycles of pain and loss.

History yearns to stop the cycle of irreparable damage.

A market finds the restless eye of the rentier.

It is an eye which hasn't blinked in at least a decade.

It improvises its supply chains, and miracles a demand.

After labor value is lost, price loses itself in inflation.

The production of surplus will suffice for blind survival

the consumption of that surplus is what will blindside it.

Watching its profit-margins slowly whittle themselves down,

the producers are sold down the very river consumers drown in.

All it has to do is reinvest after the crisis and sell-off.

It is one self-interest which forsakes an entire populace.

When reproduction expands deeper with every cycle,

the rentier's attitude towards life can only be irritation.

The faster circulation of its life is anxious and agitating.

Rest comes for it when rest comes for all: after death.

Sleep and happiness can wait until that horizon.

The rentier operates with simple maxims:

If there's no demand, cut income and employment.

If there's no supply, let the working class starve.

If the people strike, divide them and go to war.

The cycle: find it, profit off it, and waste it.