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most people trouncing round the empire 
walk with a sense of respect built by
the accumulation of things,
built by the constant reassertion of one’s
personality publicly,
pronouncing themselves a 
functional
social
being,
as defined by these terms alone---

and the western world raps its head against the brick wall incessantly this way into a completely successful sense of oblivion.

but for those raised by trauma itself
for those whose “development” came from
concentrated neglect

(a way of intentionally denying a child 
the things so desperately needed in order to
bloom into something that might walk this earth
with a decreasing sense of pain & bewilderment,
not one which increases these terrible realities
with each passing day)

what recourse can there possibly be?
what “way out,” what place to run to, what
overseeing caregiver arises,
when smothering actions win out in the
home, at school & soon
in the obligatory work force---
all which thrive in this context to
reduce, whittle & eventually 
make such an individual 
disappear?

“out of sight, out of mind”
is the policy practiced by our 
delightful democracy,
whereby those who have been chewed up into a
purée of horror & dismay
by endless years of abuse, neglect, abandonment &
ostracization, 
are swept off the streets into select garbage cans,
be them prisons, asylums or simply
underground.

what strategy does an individual have then to 
fight back against what seems to be an unending wave 
of mercilessness & force 
driving the monster forward 
floating on an ocean of indifference?

a self-medicant surfaces---
a person who takes it upon themselves to say
“i will not go out this way,”
knowing that absolutely no one else is going to
help them in such an endeavour.

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