Put the baby down
and let us all feel less
angry about the state of the kitchen
the cooking remains uncleansed
fortunate developments were never prevented
but the sky breaks and collapses on our skulls
there were drifting
mists around feet
climbed though the thicket
uncertain if we can
continue
but every step
may be a step
to freedom
every step
may be final
and away from all this
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