I am paralyzed in my freedom

each step crucial to be point

of immobility

o age and its fuckin' wonders

I have to think about crossing the street

has it really come to this?

or were we always required to ask permission

of the moon and stars and suffer accordingly

to our disobedient (to our natures) try at adjustment

to loiter at some wind-swept corner on a desolate night

waiting for a doom to befall some common errand

that promised no more than its completion and back to home

I too must quickly choose my method of conveyance

same boneyard at the end of the cul-de-sac

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