merry

 merry



they teach us early on 
"life is but a dream"
promise us a "merry, merry, merry"
down this never-ending stream
you'll notice absent are the lessons
where "merry" isn't what it seems

chainlinks and lace indistinguishable; 
senses held together by both.
what little energy leftover 
wasted on a scream that they choke back
to add to a collection 
in a library we cannot see
centered in the great maze of ever-moving

our muscles feel less our own
after every tired pursuit 
met with dead ends and the loudest dead silence 
we're left in the static
while they change the channels 

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