~paper Chains and Blindness~

I've seen too many bleached standards laying limp against pseudo erections, to dive into conformity, where a heroes roar is stifled to conspiracy whispers, dribbled out with exquisite timing to a starving mob just waiting to swallow the next lie, and I have burned at many stakes for slipping into abstract revelations; Dali-like, letting the boundaries slide, but always each misconception leaves a trail of broken paper chains that bound us into tunnel vision, that ghost we call freedom.