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Exploited feet
diminished spirit
ashen world detritus
clogging pores and pouring
out live within
sanctuary of knowledge
fortress by education, maze-like
without the cheese, just history and
ink dripping from the binding—
not a prayer
nor a thought,
it’s the brick and mortar keeps me
it’s the paper worlds that defend me
it’s the flesh and bone that births me
beyond, the living
not made, clandestine
nights of exhaustion for figments
and apparitions—yet
no imagination save “away”.
Familiar is the chirp
of the restoration aria
gentle minds contemplate
as they dream bare foot dreams.