eleven points of thought

mapped in words

which appear weighted

with system

those words became our anthem

and we still sing that tune to the 

white dots against that black square

the one that night watchers 

hold up with heavy arms

 

eleven points of system

and we align

it with stars

but we only see the lines

never movement

never change

we stopped their maps

made them static

and made them sing 

our eleven points of thought