The invisible links of inquisitiveness
by which we strive to bind, align
and order the day's doings
to haunt us in years to come
are not literal, nor even metaphorical
but symbolic. And we shall be the ones
who must make signification on that. For those
are the bars, not of iron but spirits,
in which we shall ride our carousal
and debauchery of ourselves, and begin
to drift off to some waiting cell.
Well-watered, well-hung out to dry,
and unwell.
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