He held sway over many, many things,
things that did not matter in the end,
when we were all muddled in the soil boxes we strived to stay away from,
He was a worthy man,
very worthy indeed,
standing at the top of Escher's stairwell,
residing in a penthouse in the sky,
He was the chief of an unnamed metropolis,
where no one felt willing and able to make eye contact,
no one felt right unless standing in his stead,
But down here,
we were all on equal footing,
we were,
I was certain of that,
but only because we were on our backs,
just low enough that I could still look up and away,
and tell him I was my own,
and no one else's
This definitely reminds me of the anti-corporate rhetoric that was common in the early 20th century. It feels like the graphic novels of Lynd Ward to be precise. I think you should look into them. I believe you would love to see and read his perspectives on money, greed, tyranny and life. Even your allusion to Escher felt surreal and somewhat twisted, as if not a part of a real place, but an imagined city of sorts. What is the inspiration for this? The only part that was disjointed for me was this:
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we were,
I was certain of that,
but only because we were on our backs
I understand that you are once again alluding to the soil boxes, coffins, etc, but why is "lying on your back" equivalent to being on "equal footing" with others?