Pietism Fatale

July 15, 2021

Jello mold converts…

frozen believers

Trapped in plain sight,

their freedom to lose

Set in the form,

immobile and suspect

Hope locked in stillness

—unable to move

(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)

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