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No Way Out
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No Way Out
A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes—
I’m drifting,
looking for the red exit sign.
My desire for freedom waning
like the moon reflected in hues of blue
on the glass
of a Klein bottle:
A line begins,
yet never ends,
curling inward,
outward.
The terrarium of my life
shelved between the dust motes of indifference—
dancing ill-conceived clichés in soporific sunbeams—
it’s a mere curiosity …
Words chocked back,
thoughts lost
in the
labyrinth …
Copyright ©
Suzette Richards
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