Creating Controls
And Evil I could beIf I believed in negative creation
Illusion touches undersides
Behind the veil of happenstance
The reaching, screaming, every breath
The obvious and right before
I cannot connect these circuits
Redesign to circumvent
Conditioning is iron cast
To bow is mine and beg for better
Reach between my eyelids
Remove the weakness bleeding out
A membrane of addiction
A mishapen gland
Unfortunate infection
Useless fluid collection
Drains into a humid breeze
How human we can be
Housed in cages stays the statement
Simple beauty as a cure
For swollen, needing hedonism
Please forgive them
All that necessary is
A number, One, before all others
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