Edward Hunt. Cage.

8 Aug


a face to meet the faces that we meet.
masks to reveal our true selves.
a music language to express what we alone can hear.
cages out of iron, paper, and words.

come back to haunt us.
cage us in a courtyard.
in our heads in a hospital.
impossible to get out the same way they are inside.

Une images de:
self, life, others.
truth, distorted by language.
reality, struggling to escape the mechanical phrase.
singing the song haunting the soul.

do we have the courage not to care and to suffer for it?
do we need others to hear the ruach writhing inside, struggling to escape?
we’re in our cage in a courtyard, grasping the bars, looking out.



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