Chains in my hands


hushed tones of inspiration
laughter is our secret
"Do not know each other"
"Do not know yourself"
Mocking cloned conversation
Chattering in sequence
your risk begins with observation
your bliss ends with the weekend?

a minute passes on a big clock
encouraged not to take the long walk

when Conversational curiosity
becomes indifferent rehearsed lines
when non-confrontational animosity
makes for sufficiently cursed times
deaf declinational demonstrably
awake without meaning is the worst crime
the fake who missed out on feelings
is just a burnt mind

Chains running through my hands
A cage of cardboard
equals before God now categorized
O' my brothers!
Free will has become our fog
Psychology satirized
Oh! These shudders!

a minute passes on a big clock

a minute

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