Run-on Sentence
(language = LOGOS = law)

no start
no beginning
just a time
and a place
and one day
you’re there
in medias res
it’s childhood
the innocent
incarnation
doesn’t seem
incarceration
but is
you’re arraigned
constrained
by physical laws
no bond
no bail
no fairy tale
you can’t morph
or fly
or get help
from wizards
passing by
nature’s laws
are absolute
no cease fire
no truce
ignorance
is no excuse
and daddy’s church
before you begin
has already
found you
guilty as sin
hard to win
but you settle in
with a false
security
then comes
puberty
adolescence
teenage years
tribunals run
by juries
of peers
all through school
you’re on trial
for a fool
self-reliant
yourself
for a client
graduation
you hope is
probation
freedom
a life
adventure
excitement
but it’s an
indictment
a new complaint
you’re cuffed
subjected to
fiscal restraint
a long
confinement
with a work
assignment
and the
added danger
your cellmate
will prove a
total stranger
a cock-up
wedlockup
when you marry
divorce
a trip to
solitary
a Hobson’s choice
if you do or don’t
no choice at all
as free will
won’t
volition
illusory at best
to place the guilt
when you fail
the test
it’s all a mess
but you’re made
to confess
though it’s
incomprehensible
you’re
reprehensible
helplessness
poverty
failure or worse
you’re told
to convict yourself
of course
so you pray for
a stop
a caesura
a pause
any period
merciful laws
or just an
independent clause
but there’s none
the run-on sentence
just runs on
fate’s grammarians
now vulgarians
without a purpose
leaving you without
habeas corpus
they’re the cops
but it never stops
logos (Language
law and logic)
loses its magic
the center won’t hold
the end is tragic
believe it
your conviction is real
doubt it
but there’s no appeal
no escape clause
nothing to do
you’ve been sentenced
to life
you’ve been sentenced
to you