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07/11/08
Hostage
When the words first broke into my mind's eye, Overwhelmed me, took me hostage, Then offered up my imagination, for ransom, Remains shadowy, obscure. Let's just say it was long years ago.
In truth, I've never been set free. To this day, I'm kept in solitary confinement, Sharing a tiny cell with my stymied soul, Laboring as a translator of life, time, silence,
Defining existence in terms my captors decide Best suits their purposes for torturing me, Forcing me to write, letter by letter, line by line, Whatever they dictate, As though my cryptic missives, epistles, manuscripts
(A few of which they leak to the outside world) Might entice an unlikely buyer To pay their exorbitant asking price for my release. But freedom continues to elude me. I think they're too frightened to let me go.
07/11/08
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