A mirror embodiment of freedom

Mauve sky cupped by wire.

The barbed line of our gaze,

a limit to what we can see;

and have you ever seen

The top of a Juniper Tree?

The branches yield above

And from below,

They reach heaven.

And from behind these walls

We spanned those heavens

Like birds,

ashes from your flame.

PG

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