Outside the Cage

Ego’s all I have
in this old strong cage
immortality’s
remains lay in a
mystifying grave

Among the sun,
so pale and quick,
concealing itself
in the wake of death
and imagining
the ideal opening –
so frail, so rueful,
and broken…

Dazed until we cross
outside the cage

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