Untitled 23 Jan 14

Thoughts and senses from our past
Packaged safely in obscurity
Hidden in unmindful shadows
Sleepers in position
Creep past border guards
In uniforms of logic and rationality
Oblivious to our infiltration
Convinced we are as clear as day
We trust in our own defences
Assured of our correctness
Certain we are right
Our barricades are manned
Yet when the sleepers detonate
And our lives are pockmarked craters
Will the borders guards
With their uniforms
Of logic and rationality
Grant us security?
The fool would say
Away with your defences
Take a risk
Trust life
The craters are simply
Holders for life

Perhaps the fool is right

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