The cell

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From inside

Looking out

Reaching through the bars to feel the grass

To see the sun

The wind blowing through the trees

So the world is spinning

The west wind is singing me to sleep

Dreaming

I’m awake

I’m awake

I’m awake

I should be watching the clock

The clock with hands

I never understood what it meant

To me it always meant wait

Until

It meant too late

It always meant should have

Until

It meant could have

I don’t  have clock hands

I have shadows

And the sleeping cat

And the wind through the trees

And the dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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