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Plato's Cave




The purveyors of law have overreached.

I've been dismantled.
By whom?
Banished to a realm from which there seems no return.
Why?
Scattered into uselessness.
To wait, I guess.
Until...I don't know.

We want to acquire
but only accumulate.

Is having nothing the same as being nothing?
Is being nothing the same as having nothing?
Is having the same as being? Being the same as having?
Is nothing the same as nothing?

I wonder who first realized
what a great cage
Plato's cave would make?
(Probably Plato.)

Our assembly being random and mad,
we must be shattered before repair, mending.

We are too much and not enough.
We must become more or less.

Individuality isn't wrong,
only expensive to maintain.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.