CLOSED
everyone
is an unreliable narrator
third person
omniscient
does not cut it
any more
open ending, minimal
the sense of closure
and yet
the world is closed
the walls shifting inwards
maybe it is your brain
contracting its sphere of power
maybe it is that
we are all trapped in
a prison simulation
literal
metaphoric
who knows the code words
for our liberation?
so far
and no further
in this supposed dawning
of Aquarius I think I have
been
a character in
this sorry tale beyond the human
capacity to
survive and thrive
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