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We are here to remind
you of who you are.
You are temporary.
You are broken.
You are parts that fit together less and less comfortably
You are a sputtering,
coughing stream of semi-consciousness
See how easily the
veneer peels away and exposes your frailty?
See how your posture
mimics a sail on a still afternoon?
You are the scent of
stale, empty space
Hear your voice
deepen and crack like an old wooden hull?
There is no place to
hide, but you try to hide
You are afraid
You are dishonest
What would happen if
you forced your crooked frame into the light of day?
Dare you take a peek
at what is real?
Would you die of
shame?
Can you neutralize
the mechanisms that imprison you?
You made the locks so
strong
And you love them so
