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cell

April 13, 2011

on some days
the walls ossify
close in
constrain my freedom

the place becomes
a cell
where I pace the floor
marking off time

in the cell
where the prisoner
relives
his failures
ad infinitum
counting the days
till his rehabilitation
when the captives
are set free
and the insanity ceases

in the cell
where the monk
learns discipline
contemplates
the mystery
of becoming more
and less like a child
and conjures
the transformation of himself

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One Response to “cell”

  1. Kevin Fromer says:

    The elegance of your writing renders its depth more devastating. My sleep will be troubled tonight as I struggle to work out how I might hope to conjure the transformation of myself.

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