When there's a gun on the mantle contradicting the fireplace
in full view from the prone position
and the jailer is at your back
you make do
all the while plotting your escape
file to steel
file to steel
file to steel
file to steel
When you find yourself back in the cell
after a brief false freedom
(with no revolution knocking down the door
no furious mob with sticks and flames
not even a spare lone flare)
there is leery food on the table
and when the tyrant looks across and through you
sitting erect on his throne
you will lock yourself away willingly
just to suspend that stare
A lifetime can be spent unraveling a moment
A cage becomes comfort
safety in the closing walls
freedom malleable and dull
We can force to forget
until Time aids in the deletion of memory
But in the Night
the pillow cradles our dreams
steel crumbles like dust
whisked away in the slightest breeze
and there we fly
light and free
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