This prison's nights are short lived
its stern verticals now bowing down, yielding
branching in diagonals
iridescent and incorrect.
Did we transcend dimension or did time wrap another mirage around us?
Through its lines
Messengers of the days we were deprived
And the losses we are yet to crave.
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