She is bound helplessly to their will,

Each spectrum of thought tied to lights invisible,

Wound and woven into a semi-conscious star.


In her own dark way, she saves them

From the insanities of insatiable appetite,

Feeding them dry bread from her own table;

They are too proud for butter.


One day their spiderweb of falsities will crumble

Like the walls of Jericho before Joshua.

Then they will become slaves,

To the mysterious mind

Of Binder.

The End

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