closed sets demand their fences,
wardens of the partitioned air.
draw the maps in permanent ink.
here the prisons, there the squares.
but the people,
oh the people,
they bleed through every wall.
they tunnel under checkpoints.
they refuse to heed the call.
normal is a lie told by architects,
......
closed sets demand their fences,
wardens of the partitioned air.
draw the maps in permanent ink.
here the prisons, there the squares.
but the people,
oh the people,
they bleed through every wall.
they tunnel under checkpoints.
they refuse to heed the call.
normal is a lie told by architects,
......