This Virus Conforms

Jean-Jacques Lequeu, “He is Free”

These wandered edges
Well safe as far as it goes
In a world made sterile by the rigors of control
And these boundaries to conform

These battered corridors
Well maintained as far as I know
In a world made clean by the rigors of mediocrity
And these boundaries to conform

These cluttered corners
Well kept as far as I neglect to see
In a world patrolled by the rigors of culture
And these boundaries to conform

These deserted dormitories
Empty of disease as far as I know
In a world immune to the rigors of deception
And the boundaries to conform

These desiccated bodies
Vacated by intellect unwilling to see
A world fucked over by the rigors of want
Patrol the boundaries to conform