chained face down,
spread-eagled,
to the floor of the van...
a radical, flight risk,
armed transport,
in the land of the free...
perfectly still,
listening with every pore,
eyes closed, waiting
for the faint crack of light.
get him up, stand him up,
dont turn your back...
he's loose, he's invisible,
run, rabbit, run!
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