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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