On Tilt
I find it sadistic to gaze upon a star
but without the ability to touch it.
On this precious earth, free will is beyond anybody's reach.
Free will is the greatest tease.
I feel wholly blessed that I'm not totally blind.
We're all trapped in a skin cage of ego.
Careening off one another.
Pinballs in a secondhand arcade
Flawed and chipped and forever on tilt.
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