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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 1. The Rap Sheet At your age you should have put aside the relentless rounds of self interrogation and found some plateau of peace washed by warm memories, acceptance and absolution. But just when you thought you had been granted freedom, the mind's Stasi finds you and the forensic questioning continues under the glare of guilt. The same rap sheet - you were never good enough to be a citizen of the State. Only now you are slowly losing the strength to hang on to what little you have and not confess. In the end it is not a matter of who is right and who is wrong, it comes down to survival. 2. A Confined Space Finally it becomes inescapable - the accumulations of a lifetime solidify into a cell. Every fear, every avoidance, every step taken to withdraw cements a brick in place until you have imprisoned yourself within four walls. Then you close the self locking door. Your life now is a confined space and your only hope of salvation has become a small crack in the wall through which the universe shines through in such exquisite detail and brightness and is made more so by your own dark. 3. Staring Fear In The Face You are a good practitioner, a cultivator of fear planted in the fertile soils of childhood. You have grown the most grotesque blooms whose perfumes paralyse and waft for years without a loss of potency. Some stick in the throat and send panic clamouring for breath. And so here you are, old man, wearing the disfigurement of your own making, the contorted masks of fear. You stare into the mirror, past the horror, shame, the loathing, the lifelong condemnation and shrink before an illuminating light whose source you fear, who sees you and yet still loves you.
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