No
sunlight
penetrates
the walls of this
invisible box,
imaginary cage,
in which we spend our days
waiting for reprieve,
waiting for some
prince who will
let us
out.
No
promise
of delight
colors our hearts.
We only see grey.
We dream of a rock face,
an enormous expanse.
We race for the edge.
We pray for wings.
We give in.
We jump.
Yes.
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