Never went outside. Never were
Me or you. I say this, me, to let you
Know I won't be excluding me
From the not-really-being of you.
Something has been imagining
Me imagining you reading me,
Gentle reader. You are gentle,
Are you not? Binding term, you see.
That kindness and literacy
Should be the property
Of minor nobility, antique
Values, kingdoms of constraint
And expectation, the light
Outside the blinds before dawn,
Striped by the ancient blinds,
My dreams, and passing headlights,
The light by which I compose
My breaths to pass the time,
Closer than usual to being past,
Closer than usual to being free--
Please allow me the opportunity
To put this another way: we
Have both been prisoners
In separate prisons, simultaneously.
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