The cookie cutter serves the whole stating shapes and attitudes functionality most embrace at detriment of the least this minority of number’s count just as important as the rest
still they appear to be mangled bits separate from the measured cuts the molds align society to responses without thought automated to confirm or attack out of concern
antibodies stamped from fear masquerading as diligent protectors of the factory that false illusion of chemistry these starting points in the sand patterns engraved with certitude
they’re only blessed in calmest times and not when the wind begins to blow still the stalwarts hold the flanks enveloped by the swirling breeze the cookie cutter fails them then past certitude now overwhelmed.
The poem “Cookie Cutter” is a poetic fever dream about the conservative elements of society, the ones that attack unlike parties, realizing their position is untenable. Sadly, it is perpetual. I can still dream.