The Relationship is Mystical Everywhere you live, subject to military boots. I hear soldiers stomping through your things, looking through cupboards opening drawers with gun barrel, opening boxes, measuring with tape. Taking you out back with cutting shears. Dug out stockades, handcuffs made from wire, plastics placed in the garden, hollowed with dirt. Grab you by your wrists, to gas the wings of the dove, feathers spread in full wing-span below your shoulder blades, pinned back. Changing the nature of meaning. To suit the purpose of the wall. The subject, dreary readers, is this: freedom is actually An orchestrated psychosis, measured, illustrated, disappeared. © Robert Frede Kenter
Written in 2018, published by @feversof.bsky.social in 2020; recorded by Susan Richardson #ThousandShadesofGreen #spokenword series (2025). This is an anti-authoritarian poem. A #poem refracted through #visions. Latest iteration @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #anti-fascist poems series.