You have been seen there, hanging,
on the wheels that slides you, up and down.
At will,
as you now can't be seen without it.
They see your rise and your fall,
to cry out without shame.
Eventually you will admit,
that this chain,
that you pull your self up and down on with,
is not normal nor paradoxical.
Without judgement you reason,
And these chains, that
you wear, seems to you now normal.
Having no shame,
How is it that you bare them..at all?
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