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Lying in the narrow steel bunk of his cell,
he steps effortlessly through the bars
and over the walls of concrete reality
into the open space of his mind,
where he finds respite from brutal living,
mental ease in the maddening constraint.
There in the garden of his reverie
dwells the flower of his thought,
the rose at the heart of his passion.
She was his life in the outside world,
before his star fell like lightning from the sky;
now she saves it every day in the other world inside,
her tangible essence his vital reprieve.
His rigid lines bend as he enfolds her in his arms,
hardened edges rounding in the tender embrace.
The light in her lovely eyes
illuminates his dungeoned, darkening soul,
chasing shadowy bars from the face of his hope.
Her pretty smile in its comely ease
charms good nature out of its hidden mode,
as beauty will over the beastly cage.
Her lips are softer than moonlight,
that kissed, sweet memory, intoxicate
like the perfumed summer night.
transcends desire, structure, and time
as he is erased and made anew from nothing,
finding in the splendid little dying
another way to live
a human being.
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