Why does this caged beast sing

While the world burns around it

Lulled by deaf-tone melodies

Placate with the newest of things

And the prettiest of flowers

Your false touch

Prevents self-awareness

And the knowing

Of the absence of silence

A force left sleeping

On a bed of stories and verse

Dreams like melted wax

Drip from the cage

Caught between octaves

A suppressed will

Better to not awaken

For if this beast

Was to be unleashed

The world would know


Like never seen


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