The Fabricator

Be still.
With your sanity redacted,
You can be free again.
Know that I am the Fabricator
Clutch this numb, frigid hand
And no reality
Will come to you,
Will destroy your peace,
Will haunt your dreams;
Together we will
Rewrite our consumption,
Recollect and reconfigure
The cogs of our existence.


*Previously published on and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

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