Net Curtains
By coehen
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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What are the structures of power that suffocate me?
That which we define and that which becomes an infallible insult,
That lays over me like a devisable plan that subjects
And altars my view, like an argument, inside, on a sunny day.
Looking out into the sunshine through net curtains
The brightness that acts as warmth I cannot reach,
As the relaxation bedded out on grass that I cannot touch,
Rocks inside my belly where the politics of silence seem to shine.
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