A String of Words
A string of words hangs above my head,
Interwoven by the thread of context,
Blowing by the interlocking polyrhythms of the wind.
They sway surreptitiously, alluring
To my conscious mind, a collection
Of ideas that lack the stimulation
To let the fluid motion of life
Unclog itself from the sewage dammed
Drainage ducts of my mind.
A string of words is nestled around my neck,
A noose ready to pull back, make my spine snap.
Then I'll be paralyzed and strangled,
Powerless to protect myself
From the promise of utopic edicts-
The oppressive dystopia perfection creates.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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