October 22, 2015
Asylum of Perspective by Samantha Vauter
You said to me,
at a golden,
mid spring sunset,
that if I press my face
against the chain link fence,
it is as if
we are not caged in
two stories high
on the cement roof,
of a cold building,
that we are contained in
until we can convince them
that we are okay.
Yet, this is the most sane
I have ever felt,
standing next to someone
whom I have known
for only a few days,
with our faces
against steel wire
while the world goes on
behind our backs.
I can pretend
that I am standing barefoot
in crisp grass
while the sun sets upon me.
I can finally see the world
for what it naturally is, and not
for what my mind
thinks it is.
And it is true,
that I could, for a moment,
imagine this freedom.
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