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Click hereChained,
Words,
Meaning writhes in falsehood’s glare,
Masks,
Entitling names,
Falsehoods entombed in acts writ bare.
I see some pose,
Postures fraught,
Intense, in nonsense,
Their wish strives, distraught,
To be seen,
And read,
And Taken, swallowed, whole,
Whilst suborned in mists of dissimilations’ goal.
They posture, so hard,
Framed by words where walk and talk,
Might form a lie,
And sad truth be corked.
Corrupted by the powerframed lie,
That claims they share,
Such as beheld by my history’s eye.
But truth be known,
Most have n’ere close to owned,
That moment’s sweet and heady tide
Wherein true essence of Life shall ever abide.
That redolent, sensate, oer’whelming fact
Of a submission,
Of all freedom,
Entrusted by and in,
Her enslavement,
Evermore, then and always,
A mutual Pact.