The Proudest Cog

You’re not a man in a game, or actors on a stage. Your Blackness in Blackness painted with your own pride. You genius, you slave. We only made fire and wheels, and as we master the wheels and flame, we ourselves are mastered.

Cows in a chute,

Mind in a dream,

Stampede, or Awaken,

Break free your prison,

Beyond the horizon,

In the field, into yourself,

The chute is merely larger.