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She turns on the dollhouse lamplight
a subtle luminescence inside her mind
she sits at the tiny desk, purses her lips
reminded she’s got 17 seconds
to let go of a thought before it manifests
she sees the words; the masquerade of intent
arches and waves a flag of surrender
as her habit tries to press her down
recycling the dystopian happenings
a part of the critical mass mentality
an amber scent pervades the air
cleansing the emotional body
shedding context and comparisons at her side
she attaches and detaches at the same time
as a little brown bird, no one wants to buy or sell
chirps, ready to defend its nest that is everywhere
and she releases the house sparrow from its cage
no longer under the illusion of an addiction town
left only with the willingness to question her conclusions
stepping outside the rewind—a patriot of nowhere.
