What churches, prisons, feudal pyramids Possess in common is Authority. Only the state's power, not the State, exists, And power is exchanged through you and me. Our eyes, transfixed by prison walls, confuse The institution with the power it holds Mixing correct use up with the abuse And sovereign love with the despot who scolds. The immanent passes always before Unseeing eyes; it moves within our spheres Yet renders false our thoughts of love and law. For complexity is not as it appears; We see only power and lines of flight, But curving through it all, the living Light.
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Thanks! I wrote it while wrestling with some very challenging French philosophy, so I’m glad it ended up being good!