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I built a prison. Then I built another Prison.
And inside one prison, there were many more prisons.
And inside my prism I found a man who was good with locks
one who had once been a sailor and knew lots and lots about knots,
another one, the thinker, with good plans and sound thoughts,
another, the believer, who had trust that we would neither be hindered nor caught,
and me, the organizer and architect foreman trying for the freedom that I sought

So a plan was wrought. We all agreed on our lot,
That the digging must stop. For the freedom we sought was not inside this particular prison.
Nor the prison inside the prison in which we were kept and where we were caught.
So a tunnel was planned, but neither down nor across, but a funnel to the sky.
The thinker was lost. He said the physics were off, he said the physics are off.
Except for the sailor who said it’s not in physics, but in nautical knots.
While the believer was rapt in evangelical raspings of seeds and of crops.

My salvation, my damnation, how had I cast my lot with this lot.
With this lot, that I am but I’m not, who I am but I’m not.
But if these are the friends that I’ve got, then their lot is my lot, and what I’ve got, they’ve got -
the prisons, their tolls, and their cost.
But I could trick them, spinning and babbling web of mystery and rapture and laws.I found the believer was easily bought with promises of future payoffs
including virgins inside the eternity he sought
And the thinker was easily cought, in complex equations he would solve or would not.

Endlessless Endlessness impossible puzzles of thought.
And the sailor, well the sailor was lost. Tied up in his knots
and storms of his making or pitted up and tangling with the sea doing nautical knots.
So I got up and I walked. Opened the lock. Got out and I walked. Away from the lot,
another prison with new tradesman, brilliant paradigms faith mysteries and great thoughts.
And I walked, and unlocked my lot, that I am but I’m not, and unlocked, who I am but I’m not.
And unlocked and unlocked and unlocked.

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from Hypnotic Dirges, released February 11, 2021

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Experimental Folk.

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