Prison Break (a poem)
It’s a very different experience to know the Bright Figure by name (vis-a-vis the last stanza)
PRISON BREAK
Dashing hard against glass walls,
So impenetrable and thick –
It doesn’t seem like I can escape
From the self-imposed prison of standards and rules.
I look through the glass, and I see the bright sun,
The colors and smells of everyday life.
A fresh-painted bedroom, a just-printed book,
A cleanly bathed baby, playfully cooing.
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Terminal Salvation 