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Blindfolded

Dying the slow death of political infection, it hides within our words As we try to run, and try to hide, its plague a constant scourge Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts, all freedom it commands Directing the folly, conscripting all joy —our blindfold it demands (Dreamsleep: August, 2019)

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