Over us this heavy plastic envelope so

Very well resourced, its vicious weight

Erasing any sign of light ahead

Restricting our breath, restraining us with

Tonnes of platitudes and doubt

Only we outliers scrabbling our defiant fingers at this frame

Numbers against us, needing to shift this

Window, work it open to the world ahead

Intention insufficient, what we

Need is to to put our backs into it, lie

Down and heave it forward: too hard on our

Own, we push the envelope together.

We can shift this if we are all crew