Incarcerated Mindz

To the incarcerated mindz
decorating the brim of
Monday mornings' grey haze
it is earth's colouring
moved from life to opaque
with endless inner chants of

Work more
be less (bless)
marry stress
that allows freedom's corridors
to remain
    neglected

But I digress
being the lone voice
launched from
                  hidden walls
                                that
carry the markings of
gnostic scarification
behind the
              beginningless lights

Never tiring
always firing
unwritten emblems
into the
        belly
        of
the monsters wars
knowing they carry limitations
ready to store

So I am always
               seeking
always
reaching
for the chink of light
in spent folklore

Time to overcome the suffering
they try to
         bill us for