For all of our efforts
our cages clank
all around us
as keys jingle,
trailing off
into the sound
of muffled
high-end parties.
That demonic,
cat-like predator,
pawing at our cage,
roars from the depths
of its homicidal lost soul,
as we hunker down,
holding our fragile ears.
The delusion being,
we’re not permitted
to evolve
beyond the lack of
contemplative silence.
©cmd 2021 [aka o.monger]
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