When Bars Of Breathing Move Apart

Compulsive Jailer
I lock people up
In these cells of representations
from which I only let them come out through an error of attention,
In an open courtyard, from the watchtower, I command the return of the actor to his cell.

When suddenly one of them, quicker, smarter, quicker to slip between the breaths
Escapes, then releases (me)

©FJ June 2023
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