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From the diner of clichés,

I summon a word ­­­–

a lens, an eye,

a sword,

vegan, organic, gluten free.

It arrives on a metallic scooter

in an orange pizza box,

insulated and cold,

indefinitely guilty,

perpetually in debt.

The very debt you paid back sevenfold

in silhouetted blood,

in stencilled gold –

a traitorous hero,

a principled coward,

a genuine fraud.


in the image of fear

from the clay of phobia

with the scent of mould.

It flows in your veins like a virus,

it flows through your brain like a code.

Surging, italicized, bold,

all in the same box,

insulated and cold

– freedom.

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