a year in there
but i never let any part of that wall
be a part of
any cell in my skin
and so when i left
i was like a dove
freed from my own
cage
i welcome every molecule
of air
into my nostrils
since then
i have learned to touch
freely
the fingers of
surprises of
simple joys
for instance watching
how a leaf falls
and finds solace
on wet grounds
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