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| She hides me well |
| trapped inside her |
| a prisoner of fleshy walls |
| vessels for bars |
| irises too small a window |
| when all one can see through them is
freedom |
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| The curtain closes over distant
vistas |
| as I wander cerebral passageways as I see
fit |
| rearranging optic confines to suit my
needs. |
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