Vacillation in the non-
sense
of getting out of your
own damn head-skull,
not all oohs and aahs.
Fidgets and itches, twitches
pangs signal the need to flee
for your Life
But trapped-
as we are
to-gether-against
the wall closing doors
pushing on the pain-
body, as a name does
Nothing
to rectify, identify,
but objectifies, justifies,
the lies and immersion
in madness, a persistence
in
Obstinance
won't let go, cannot make
either one
unknow the chosen
words.
Painting by Evelyn De Morgan, 'The Gilded Cage' c. 1919 [Public domain].
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