Escape From Prison

Prisoner mortally confined, plotting your escape like Papillon, conceiving freedom like a zoo animal. Then dreaming on, you meet a flying child in all your mirrors. Nearly weightless, pulled in every gale, lifted like a kite, catapulted high over every trail. Then dreaming on, you are the drafty power of your path, the easy elevation of your flight. This embedded skill is never forgotten. Deep within the hippocampus, your winged Poseidon, the flying child in all your mirrors. Then dreaming on, soaked in sleep, reverie’s seahorse. Flying child, free of worldly constraints, free of torment and angst, free in oceans and skies, your tourist anima continues vaulting. But then, eyes open in the dim grimness, You remember this cell, these sad limits of the corporeal. Yet, how is it that your dreams know more? Prisoner mortally confined. Accepted for Publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023