It would be cruel
to define the human condition,
to tell people how they are,
and to tell them what they do.

I see the bars that hold them in
made of words like mine.
All of the things that bind them here,
and keep them from the sky.

No one has a truth to say
that isn't imposing and cruel.
All of the things that make us fly
are the things that make us die.

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