surveillance

thumbprints press hard

on the outer part to shape shift being

into a failed construct

facade

hiding a soul looking for the light behind

to dispel shadows and such

searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals

into everlasting peace

Leaving

I saw it whipped

waving above

nearly alone

holding on.

I saw the cords

life surging on

from ground to stem attached.

Then off balance

in twinkling light

I heard a breath

release…

past all the others hanging still

a twirl and dance, a northern front

leaving ties

the shackles gone

and falling free at last.