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We of the World

We of the world-

Seduced by pleasures.

Enthralled by our image


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

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