Away from this hell go
Flee to where
The unwitting
Frequent and fraternize
Go there and seek peace or
At least cessation
Of all your loss and fear
Go there in great haste
And pause
To where they lack such cause
And effect affects only
The interested
Like you
But they have gone calm
Masters of the art
Of disinterest
They with dead blank eyes
Bliss filled and
Smiles flecked with
Drool
Is this the freedom you seek?
To be free from the hells of which
You flee
Make peace and unease
There they are stalled
Their mouths a silent judgement
Their eyes glazed and cursed
None the worse you say
And unwounded
Unlike you the refugee
They will take you in with open arms
Masters of disinterest
Pliable yet calm
Still as a mountain lake
Go there if you must
Wait and pause
Catch your breath and
Recover
Unremarkable and shining
They have no fear or pain there
The uninterested
Deadly cold and calm
Go there and be free
At your great peril
By: Daniel Smallegange
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