Give me the world
within.
Where the puppeteers
can't send strings.
Where paychecks aren't needed for the rent,
or heat,
or sustenance.
Where for moments
I can live long and free.
The imagination
that keeps souls alive
through the worst torture
and slow death that is us all now.
Give me the world
within.
The world two thirds through a good movie,
or song,
where nothing else is.
Give me these grains
no one can take,
or decide how I need spend.
Give me the awe that is not for sale.
Give the life found in first kisses.
The joy unexpected
found sometimes in just a walk around the block.
Where the power of the world order
can never come and stand over
and direct my next impulse.
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