Longing for a long moment to come to be shorter,
he demands to know, ‘How long?’ and receives no reply,
just the elongating sound of silence, stretching out, out and stabbing into his
head, his thoughts, his freedom to remain encapsulated and undisturbed,
and his freedom to be momentarily himself,
a freedom now lost forever in an unknowable future.
By Jay Cool, March 2019
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