O, Unchained

There is no wind. You know only…

my breath on your skin.

No sun, no warmth…but the heat of my body, a guide to your fingers.

No light; blindfolded.

You are blinded by dark matter,save for the radiant white of my irises

leading you, always.

The moon in each pupil

–A gift; a reflection of your alabaster heart in the dark matter.

 

Should the moon slip from your hands,

should it dip behind the clouds…

Such is prelude to punish you, as I must.

Don’t fear instruction;

it is mine to teach…

you.

To make you yield,

to turn alabaster to cotton when you must kneel

and cotton to marble when you are to stand

alone.

 

It is mine to erase the arches of protest,

of your resistance–one by one–if necessary.

It is mine to chain you,

to bare the whip

as you bear the whip.

To make you listen

and hear your voice

 

…sing…

 

the ballads and melodies of the hand you bit

and begged to kneel beside.

 

Come. now.

 

The hand you bite

has always been…

the hand that feeds you.

 

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Michael Salamey

People are made of many things, but only a few things define a person. For me, those things are Philosophy, Leadership, and Health. I help independently owned and ethically run businesses break through communication obstacles and challenge conventional thinking. Sometimes that means delivering insightful marketing content; sometimes it means having tough but compassionate conversations. All the time, it means communicating and building relationships with honesty and integrity. I am a vegan, an individualist, and occasionally a man willing to risk everything to reach a goal. I am known for being uncompromising in my values, and for being someone who dares to own his own life.

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