Liberty

Nothingness plagues the streets

And decays the Body.

Delicate pressure deteriorates the 

Delicate surface on which we are grounded.

*

Existence reeks of instability.

Rain packs the cracks, unfilled by

The Protector, as it tumbles 

Relentlessly from black skies. 

*

A desperate reaching for more

Drives a wedge between parts of 

The Body, who can’t see that they

Desperately reach for black skies. 

*

As the wind sweeps litter through

The plagued streets, so lies and half-truths

Are puffed to carry the Body in 

The desired direction,

*

Barring them from holding real power.

As the mind dictates the nerves,

The Protector guides the Body.

This is freedom.

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