tan bricks and six years, the clock continues to tick
you pull the tooth that receives the radio signals
and still, the ringing emanates from within

foreign objects inside the temple
because you never asked, in a sea of assume
your bones will be sawed—retooled

lighter fluid sprayed on the fire
thoughts of freewill lodged inside a marionette
the double-helix of a predetermined straightjacket

how to put one foot, in front of the other
marching toward your solitary discovery
where faces of your ancestors look down from the sky

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