Censored To Oblivion

August 19, 2024

The half cost of silence

is still overpriced

Each question unspoken

a chasm for vice

When blind to the moment

all vision exhausts

Each voice that is muted

— its own holocaust

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

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