~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.
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