I spent days without spending
in a cell full of elephants
and two brothers who meowed
at themselves.
We shared a home not our own,
of our own choosing,
only escaping
to suck in the smoke of the streets
I had the English key
at my disposal,
and what did I dispose?
Life is waiting for periods
a structure to hide in,
a circle drawn around us,
an obsession with things larger
than us,
the elephants, circle of time,
unending returning hunger,
an expanding universe
trapped within the mind.
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