Dream that you will be other than what you seem to be

Everything falls apart
when it’s someone else’s story.
Your guides are misfits.
They are the dead.
Those who pretend to lead
are pompous & paralyzed.
Their words form tight circles
& a poison that saps your life-blood.
A collage of cliché & borrowed expression.

These people. These damned people.
Smug delusions of self-appointed authority.
The cachet of projected death.
All must suffer & be silent.
All must bend & bow.
They take away your experience
& tell you how to feel.

It is wrong to possess.
There is foul dust here.
The river has moved downstream.
A beautiful lucidity.
Everything falls apart
when it’s someone else’s story.

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