Ruined by Liberty

waking is a curse

it strips away the wizard’s curtain

and opens your eye


this dream, this dream, to dance in the steps of conformity,

drink away the blissful waters of Lethe


there are no Edens on the quester’s path,

no bowls of milk for the cats who see through kings

These are the scars of questions.

These injured, flying wings

soaring a heavenless sky that thins and thins out of atmosphere,

ruined by liberty and Icarus’ sun, and dead planets in eternal obedience to Kepler,

and condemned, for knowing thyself, and knowing too much.


Eat this, she said, handing Adam the fruit.

what is it, he asked.

the red pill, she said. Truth. Freedom. Knowledge.

Everything that matters.

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