okay picture this as one breath, one lungful, no commas where they belong, incense smoke curling through C-SPAN and the desert wind talking back — Biden didn’t open the border man nobody flipped a cosmic switch and said come one come all free love and no fences that’s a chant not a statute that’s a bumper sticker hallucination, what happened was the old pandemic spell wore off the Title 42 ghost evaporated like morning acid fog and suddenly the laws underneath were visible again like bones under skin, same old Title 8 bones rattling, and he swept away some Trump-era ritual objects like Remain in Mexico which was never Moses-on-the-mountain law just a policy talisman, and everyone screamed THE GATES ARE GONE while the gates were still there just squeaking and staffed by tired agents stamping papers and loading buses and sending people back too yes back deported removed expelled whatever verb calms you, numbers went wild because the world went wild hunger heat gangs collapse labor magnets northward vibrating like tuning forks, and the right yelled OPEN BORDERS like it was 1968 and the left whispered humanitarian process and the border just kept happening like weather, Biden oscillating between mercy language and enforcement muscle issuing tighter asylum rules than Obama would have dared when the dials hit red, trying to dam a river with executive orders while Congress sat on its hands chanting fundraise fundraise, so the truth is messier than the chant, the border wasn’t opened it was revealed, the scaffolding changed the pandemic curtain lifted and suddenly America remembered it is an attractor, a gravity well, and presidents don’t command gravity they just argue with it while the desert keeps humming and the cameras keep rolling and everyone swears they saw a door fly open when really it was always ajar and the wind got louder.
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