The Fortress

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Sunlight spilled in from the windows,
dripping onto the cold marble like honey creating kaleidoscope patterns on the floors
of the neverending hallways
Phantom shadows lingering in the tracery,
and the wind chimes that sang of deliverance

The evening breeze
carrying with it honeysuckle and jasmine
dancing in the foyer,
playing with the apparitions
of the fading sun

Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Everywhere
In the cracks of the walls, oozing out
In the air that filled my lungs, choking me
Screaming my name in the middle of the night

Maddening freedom.
chipping away at my sanity

Transcendent freedom.
which would never be mine

For even in the most colossal vicinity
You
Found ways
to make me feel
utterly
incandescently
trapped

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