They Sound Unfounded Forward lines form fragile frames, the opaque glass takes its place amidst the rigid lace, of the network’s claims. Perceived safety in a seized system, reliance on binary is a symptom of a desire to minimize difference, no longer willful ignorance. Rusted, refusing change, this window’s hinge, never opened to beyond, though the glass has two sides, one resides inside, expectation dictates assumptions, outside: only zeroes. Unchanging window, allows for a view of the space between me and you. Still windowsill, confined gridlock of pane, I am within, without you to frame. No kaleidoscopes, just forbidden rainbows, stay in the lines, unless one desires the margins. The multiple choices are two, we learn merely opposites attract, safe attention, safe applause. Duplicates are not truth. Repetition is a false solace. Dualities erase more than they create. Who are you if I cannot be me?
Written by Caprice Pause, 2021.