consumed and burped out

by love,

the soul?

a residue: like a stinking fart.


We have been captured

by the dreams

that once made us alive.

Now, they let us live


at their mercy.

task piles on task

and the thin layer between

the bricks


is the air we breathe, to survive.

but perhaps, we were captured

long ago –

even before we were born.




the pinnacle

of freedom?


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