Hopeful disillusion
Comparison coils tendrils round constricting puppet strings
that dangle from submission’s grip with threats of public shame.
Establishment, a fog conceals manipulating schemes.
Eyes wide, I swing, evaluating sewn-up joints and limbs,
and take a knife to sutured flesh to free my captive skin.
Judgment’s grasp escaped, at last, the fawning madness dims.
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Conduct codes cut out, carefree with sanity’s return.
Conditioned tethers sliced away; coerced consent withdrawn.
Assimilation’s hold released, the stillness, so serene.
Clumsy dramas drowned beneath a distance time induces.
Choices turn to currency to spend on consequences.
I slow my trek, and silently I dally on in presence.
Timid toes trace unbound tracks, trodden by another.
Sealegs wobble forward, trustless, towards a singing sparrow.
“Go forth,” the ancient breadcrumb trail, bidding me to follow.
From above, another falls, exhales uncertainty.
We stagger towards a pensive meet, in search of harmony.
Path ahead worn visible, adjoining kindred company.
