i see people walking/rolling/ chained to their cages
other peoples, other peoples desires
our bodies;;
how can one differentiate other; other peoples cages from ones own;; solid doors with windows
subsistence;;
the ability to flow in and out of reality,, to dip in and out
my identity is false
slowly fading, channeling into a larger current;;
i shall hold my own hand as i walk down the aisle
