if only there were no strings
there would have been no puppets of us
no marionettes
no domestication of our births in the freedom
of the wilderness
there are gods and if you see them
you also feel that there are monsters
(deep within one asks
for once, why can't we just be happy slaves?
contented pigs, singing cows, lapping dogs,
sleepy kittens? caged birds?)
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