Not Burdened Or Relieved

with
or
by years...
eons...
worth of garbled
and
variously misinterpreted chants
and
drummings...
the do nots
and
do do do do ssssssssss...
the warinessess..
.the kiln-dried
depersonalized longings dedicated to statuary,
more formless infestations
encrypted
and
given
promises
of
later, later, it'll get good'n'plenty......
there is
nothing to cling/clang to but the trolley.....the brass wringer...
no one to blame....
.excoriation becomes a personal and isolated thing....
shared only by beasts with slightly larger brains
and
soles equally calloused...........

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