Outside The Prison
Every person, constructed separately,
Placed in a vacuum tube, all the air removed.
Two people can only touch with a
Pane of glass between them.
They can write sweet nothings
With the oils on their fingertips.
If the light catches the trails just right,
The other person might see their message,
If the glass isn’t cleaned too quickly.
Someone once talked about prisoners
watching shadows on the wall.
After a long time,
The shadows became unconvincing.
The prisoners were released.
They left the cave for a moment,
And found the shadows were preferable.
They made their own cave,
And created their own shadows.
Over time the shadows became more intricate,
More compelling, and every bit as false.
The caves had friendlier walls.
Without locks, the chains became voluntary.
An escaped prisoner might have told them
About the existence of the outside,
But by then, it was too late,
Because as they were no longer prisoners,
There was nowhere to which they could escape.