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a prison built out of freedom,
what a vicious thing.
the key, the walls,
the door, the guard—
all one,
all of the same origin.

if one tries to escape,
all hope for freedom is lost.
always running away
from the place one is searching.

if one is brave enough
to look directly at it,
the prison vanishes.
not by action,
but by truth.

after all,
there is no prison,
only freedom.