The Zoo

I am an otter chasing a rock
to the bottom of a limited 
aquarium and dancing back
to the surface for unnecessary
breathing and entirely ignoring 
the faces pressed up against the
glass to see that which dreams
indicate might be the life
we fear and wish was 
under our pillows;

teeth and money made made this place
while young hands paved the sidewalks
with snacks gained by fickle authorities
who help their young believe and lose
faith in a world that already has the
powers that be in a cage of their own construction.

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