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Encasement
I live in a box, it is a box
with windows and though
the windows have no bars I am shackled there;
the shackles bear the letters M and S
these fenestrations let me
gaze on the verdure of my yard;
one day soon I will go out
and roll in green grass
before this summer's through
and I don't care if I don't get up
I will stay till rampant
weeds enwrap me in fresh
life and I can breathe again
one day I will move to another box
my legs won't carry me there;
there will be no windows
there will be no bars
and no shackles.
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