I'm not your voluntary hostage,
paying for my freedom will be
captivity, I’m not going to beg.
You keep on ringing Pavlov’s
bell, but pull your hand away
    when you see me salivate.

Your not my salvation, there
  can be no saviour for a soul
incarnate or the free spirit of
  an esotericist, I am from the
   ether where my inspiration
  is the pension of sustenance.

The crows hark in the dead of the night
For the fallen humans with angel hearts
Or so we think

It is human to flee.
Torrents of black, blue and purple
Pulsing
Gasping

Wreathing their death notes.

But it is even more human to rise.

15.12.2020

There is a new endangered species
No dissent is the road we embark
The mourning of the greatest punctuation
The tragic death of the question mark

A new look for the social media giants
Censorship is now their yearning
What we called it years ago
Was an old-fashioned book burning