Cage
Facimus:
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.
Logoi:
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.
Ezra:
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.
pea river journal 
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