Imitations(Poem)

In the name of it—
we cage the soul in the dungeon
trade the corpse mercilessly
sedate the spirit
and peel ourselves to nothingness.

In the name of it—
a lukewarm life is invited
and dares only to be a scarecrow.

In the name of it—
the lamp is put off
grow acidic moralities
lose the grammar of conscience
and clip our glorious wings.

In the name of it—
the Shepard is no more
pristine intelligence given away
raw thinking dismissed
and swap free will
with comic puppetry.

In the name of it—
whole hijacks the part
multiply carbon copies
father Orwellian species
in the land of Darwin.

In the name of it—
thought rivers get polluted
fall into loops of bondage
fashion our tragedies
get intoxicated with pure hypnosis.

Everyone becomes somebody. That’s the maxim.

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