Immaculate Cages: Poetry


Division begins when we 
immerse ourselves in thought constructs 
masquerading as Truth

Closed hearts that do not dream
legislative the reality for the world;
Non-liberated minds full of ego
boast they hold the key to life's true meaning

These things yield Immaculate Cages
for ourselves and others that
we spend a lifetime trying to shed

So when Death arrives,
it is who we’ve been and what we done
that smarts long before we meet any Maker

Realizing every moment had been 
wasted on things of no substance
and that we've been our own worst enemy.

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