(Furious fencing with high walls finds me fast under control.)

The Radically Realigned

Hoping to eventually inherit
The license afforded God’s birds
Instead of shrinking perimeters
Squeezing the stampeding herds

Furious fencing with high walls
Finds me fast under control
My freedom and will isn’t free
If payment is part of my soul

Waning borders, losing landscape
Prior allotment of brink and brim,
Enveloping insidious Correctness
As its purveyors molest on a whim

A fortress strong … not of concrete
But invisible shackles that bind
As we’re creatively suppressed,
Plagued by the radically realigned