Have,
you imagined,
a nation?
I,
wonder.
For,
such you,
exist within.
Such,
becomes your every,
whim.
Such,
steals your,
imagination.
Steals,
the wholeness of your,
being.
Be this,
what you imagined,
this nation,
would be?
Be this,
tethered to your,
creativity?
Oh,
to wonder,
of such.
To,
wonder if,
these beings,
create their existence.
To,
wonder if,
they are the creators of their,
prison.
To,
wonder if they,
imagine...
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