Updated: Mar 19

what shackles do we

put on

clinking like bracelets

what do we choose to

be captivated by

enraptured with

eyes, ears, hands, tongue, nose

in submission to sensation

of a symphony that stretches slowly into

the stickiness of

time skipping

what cells do we walk into

prisons do we beg to be given entry to

what shackles have we forgotten about


do you hear clinking?

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