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Autonomy

A poem of grief

There is no autonomy I have little autonomy Beat me shatter me tell me what I am to do There is no autonomy Be silent for you do not know what you speak. Wait listlessly patiently namelessly without words without sounds Am I something? Can I be something? I am nothing. How surreal it must be to be free Actually free?  Fool. How foolish it must be to think we could be free On leashes, long leashes Eyes forward, unblinking...