Poetry Image 1hold off these walls that move in on me – to enclose me, incarcerate and imprison me

not for I the gilded cage, for I know that not all that glistens is gold

some is a mirage organised to ensnare me

I reject it, disown it, raise my fist – strike out – feel nothing – no substance

only dreams – reality dreams

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