our flock creeps blissfully towards the abyss
we do not feel the tightened leash any longer
our heads full of beaming ignorance
because the network keeps us socially
alive
our flock ***** judgements and squeezes them
laughing in other eyes until also the exaltation
that still remains becomes ordinary and slowly
extinguishes into a darkness in which no child
can read
our flock could graze upon new lands
but prefers to stay in a barren circle
pacing up and down
up and down
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
our flock creeps blissfully towards the abyss
we do not feel the tightened leash any longer
our heads full of beaming ignorance
because the network keeps us socially
alive
our flock ***** judgements and squeezes them
laughing in other eyes until also the exaltation
that still remains becomes ordinary and slowly
extinguishes into a darkness in which no child
can read
our flock could graze upon new lands
but prefers to stay in a barren circle
pacing up and down
up and down
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