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Iron Pentacle Poem Cycle: Self Point #2 December 30, 2009

Posted by frostwolftfirerose in Poem-A-Day.
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vEmpire’s call to self?  “Let’s git you all set up!
Surrre! Why these are your choices!”  Necronomy
machine, death spawning death and hate, makes
demands, foists Procrustes education upon us, sets
us on the School Board bed, stretch the too short,
lop off the legs and feet of the too tall–no one of us
is baby bear-just-right, NOOOOO!  Shop at American
Gappercrombie & Saks for our off-the rack identities.
Who we really are gets Madison-Avenue’d over
and our personal truths hide and boil underneath.
White noise Cheer Clannel Corpseorate radio blots
out the burble-gentle voice urging us True-North-whole
Not until that Sixth Step moment is reached and pain
of denying our essence tips our sanity balance
toward affirming ourselves, cosmic orgasmic YES!
Then will Black Iron Prison’s virtual walls weaken
each day.  Chip away at our blocks and burdens
yoking us to faux dreams, so much psychopathic
fluff and blood-foam, bred from all the holocausts
wrought from inside toxiculture in its death throes.

Cross-posted to ordinarysacred.livejournal.com

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