Peace Of The Paralytic Mind
They can be whoever they want to be...even themselves,
simply by believing they are, because security is warmth,
as they harbour their images in a place called...far-away-
from logic, reason, and common rule of cause and effect.
An' blessingly, these innocent will never taste the acidity
of shame nor broken pride.......for that'd be far too cruel.
And outside these minds stand we, the helpless 'an angry,
burning, stinging with bitter, equal pity for they and self.
When in fact, these souls in waiting may be the only ones
since Alex Garland to experience such a prelude to Utopia
....................................... ......................in prefix to Death!
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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