objectification is a self-inflicted prison
yes, you get a cell with a view
the inadequate capacity to dream on
with profoundly limited access to act out
you have a trench coat of stills in your mind
you send post cards out as next thoughts
and you’ve asked of yourself
to be in the next ‘where’s waldo’ poster
as a camouflage stand-in unknowingly
you’ve stacked the deck
in a forgotten manner
and deal going forward as a card trick
worthy of self-watching
as if you are both the magician
and first row audience appreciation
this is how self-intrusive
becomes a way of life . . .
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