Exposure

Lock me up and feed me pills to control me

As was done before to hold me

Still,

So my thoughts may become too thoughtless

For thinking:

Held, was I, in an institution too blind to ponder

Wonder

Beyond the limitations

Of the mind;

Sewn shut, the third eye

Blind

So that it may never be awakened

‘Til the stitches be yanked

On, pried out, torn open

And blood, exposed, seeps and oozes

Out of a soul with timeless bruises.

Oh, how a naked soul

Bare, unclothed

Is the soul that truly knows

Secrets

‘Bout the herd of leading thought

Baaing to the authority of a frightening shepherd,

One who speaks

The tongue of shadowing whispers

Against heroes, indigos, and pharaohs

Of ancient wisdom,

Betrayed— long

Forgotten.