there must be a chain waiting to be broken

tying humans to their computers

their books

wood be novels, scripts etcetera

and mayhaps

very lil in between

shoe makers child ren wear no shoes

and the others

strapped to their souls

i can proudly say

i do not know how i feel

there is a buckle

waiting for my hide

have you seen what i

have seen

we all nod in…

“everything is under……”

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