Isolation

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Gray walls, impenetrable
steel
Suffocation! Condemnation!
Little hands groping in
Subterranean uncertainty
Mommy? Daddy? Am I dead?
Nay! Nay! Reborn into
purifying uncertainty

A face emerges, strong and
male
Father to me? Father to all

Overseeing our lives, our
eternities
Harshness of discipline
Harshness of love
Obedience my savior!

Larva to pupa, pupa to
worker.
Buzz, Buzz one with the
steel honeycomb
Significant at last
Till gray seeps from walls
to hair, to soul
Then eternal slumber, the
sweet sleep of incineration





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