isolation in this chemical surrounding
the silence is deafening when my mind is open
thoughts scream .
The glass is clear
yet smeared with grime
but strangely a part of me
can see .
I feel
neopolitically obtuse
the sky calls
in all its glory and promise
of a freedom
The Freedom
The only type of freedom
that exists
is not here,
it is aspired to
away from here
beyond
a test tube existence
taking the red pill
still means you have to wait
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