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Slender beams of illumination enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always a slave, always despairing,
frozen here,
waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked soul.
A reflection on my face.
I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring truth.
