Escape

be the lock

on the door

that I may slip

through the window

be the gate

on the road

that I may drive

over the bank

be the secret

of the puzzle box

that I may 

decipher it 

be the rules

of the social construct

that I may break them

into fragments

be the fastening

of the manacles 

that I may 

free my arms

what I love 

is the problem 

to solve

what I love

is the trick 

the dove rising

from the cloth 

the girl 

cut in half

and made whole again

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