We of the world-
Seduced by pleasures.
Enthralled by our image
Reflected
In funhouse mirrors,
Ballooning up to twice our size,
Twisted, contorted
The self reflected on all sides
Ground to sky.
We of the world -
Drinking poison,
As we laugh in that frightened way
To reassure ourselves
That everything is fine.
That creeping slowly
Up our spines -
Is doubt
That we are meant
To live this way.
Panic nipping at our heels
Pushing us forwards,
Faster. Bigger. Greater.
More contorted
Looming larger
Expanding to all sides
Rapid and radically unchained
Like a massive balloon inflating
Darkening the sky -
But a single pinprick -
And poof! We fly