freeing need
this talisman to survive count me in
the many of them just like you, abused
by this world
and its systems, art the sacred place
we go to hide
there is a we of us here making life
new with our wares
secrets and lies if need be or
breaking the gate
and we are numerously longing to be
loved
everything is yourself reflecting
yourself back onto you
to be one seeking everything the
everything seeks
this disease you speak of is your life
philosophy
the neutrality of the universe doesn’t
care
who you think you are
its indifference should alarm you
don’t force yourself to believe in
benevolence only see
you must be neutered too
neutralized made into com-
post like the rest of the dust
covering us
Be alive Be
real Be alone
The hive diminishes you
the tribe does
the lies do
you’ve been stripped of dignity by
no one in particular by
the collective
by the global
conspiracy of
this dimension of forgetfulness
heart attacks more likely 9 a.m. monday
thought flow this imaginary being
all things come from seeds
it’s time for the seeker to stop
Bobbi Lurie is the author of The Book I Never Read, Letter from the Lawn, Grief Suite, and the morphine poems. @BobbiLurie
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