The cages of the captured
are islands of segregation
in a sea of two dimensional happiness
their geometric shapes
are goosebumps
on an infants stomach
as it is submerged in the
frigid waters of reality
the captured are the mutilated
the occupants have ailments
in their skulls
with severed nerves
and torn skin
and hollow eyeballs lacking spirit
but not soul.
hallucinations are truth.
the insane and the unstable
have the finest view of the surface
of euphoria
and just how horizontal it is
the broken
are the only ones
mad enough to really see
to peel the layer of subjective film
from their vision
and look through the holes of their scars
and wounds
