the exiles that tended this garden under siege before you sought this refuge

a genius & his collaborator snuck into this raided sanctuary in the clearing

propped up a pulpit         dug a moat in     

call it the undercommons           peddle snake oil from this perch

they promise flight , dreams of salvation to come   
               w/o nightmares w/o the rupture of night terror’s 

so long as u pledge yourself to refusal             

 they call it living other/wise,

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