clothe ourselves in comfort & apathy
& turn to face the day with empty chambers
& swordless sheaths.
we clamber & fumble through the days
with uncertainty & doubt.
we wonder why our toes are always so swollen.
then one day our enemy toys with us no more.
he takes our arms & our legs & our heads.
leaves us limbless & blind, to crawl helplessly
back to our beds.
& we dream.
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