Poem - Pink Monsters

Pink Monsters   

There are no such things
as pink monsters they said.
Has somebody notified
those pink monsters?
They've not been told the news.

North by north west
is where I want to be.
The pink monsters won't follow
to that distant place.
Sacred ground safe for me.

Far journeys of foot and mind
across many mile.
The angels guide my hand
aiding my flight.
I will escape.

Flight is illusion
when your flee your shadow.
Freedom is slavery
when identify binds.
Shackles of self abides.

There are such things
as pink monsters.
They've found me here
in my secret place.
I am them and here I am.

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