Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford
natf

Time for thought;
An island in senseless
Necessary unconsciousness.
They tool
- these hands -
Alone,
Whilst my life force is free to move at will.
Restless
The hands long to be free;
To be loosed to fly with my soul.
This is illegal,
So I cut off the entity;
I padlock
Imprison
Die within.
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