A cone of silence
Cubically unaware
A destiny compacted
Into a square of soil
Unfit for growth
Geometrically opposed
Soft-shelled replicas
Of some prior time—
Reflecting
Cursorily in the
seekers eye
A fate
unboxed—tethering
Ideas together in
various shades—
Sentimentality
regurgitated through
A quaint appreciation of
all things
Dissociated from a world consumed by effigies.
Polarized, we rotate
eastward.
Entranced, we sidle to
the south.
Encapsulated, we
wander westward,
Hypnotized, we kneel
before the northern sky.
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