the sunlight
filters through
the blinds
illuminating
this prison cell
into an illusion
of emulsification

i need to run
to the store yet
i have already
figured out six
solutions which
allow me to stay
safely hidden

i know it will be
uneventful
but tell my anxiety
getting out is good
and listen to the
litany of impossibilities
screaming in the void

i rattle the bars
seething in my unjust
imprisonment
inmate guard warden
victimized internally
unwilling therapist
and eager architect

the beams of light
eradicate ego
reducing wonder
into billowing ash
voluntarysolitaryrefinement
isn’t for everyone
but it is all i know