Vitruvian Communist- Circumscribed within the same squares

my eyes opened in a communist flat

in an ordinary building

among identical blocks

with identical furniture

and identical books

lined up among porcelain trinkets

of Chinese fishermen

mimicking peace and serenity

my playground was guarded

by frame and panel architecture

concrete walls demonstrating

that all people are created equal

circumscribed within the same squares

we all had the same shape

and the square angles

kept us all inline

unique is all I have now

I shop outside the mainstream

I found my comfort bubble

my space is like no other

I thought I have escaped

from that communist flat

I knew that I had softened the corners

and the angles of my mind

I thought I broke free

and that DaVinci baptized me

I turn on the TV

I feel how squares fall over me

I know this game

my shoulders recognize the shape

my instincts move like restless serpents

I dreamed we were free…

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