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I live beneath a skin of falsity

Curled into a ball; a fetal man

There is a shudder in the shadow

A beast lurking under the window

The growls smell wet and sound dreadful

Out of reach there remains the fetal man

Curled and hopeless; lost in lies

The shell mocks him and the shadow laughs

Foolish man who thought to live and died

Or rather, experienced something like death

Laying in the filth of his lies; living in them

The window is open and the breeze of truth glides in

Carelessly it wisps about the shadowy void

It caresses the beast into slumber; snores as wet as growls

The fetal man unfurls and sits and stares

Wonderment trickles down his spine and least of all, hope

He scuttles forward, or backward, progression toward the window

He stands; he stumbles; he falls

The beast wakes groggily; too late, too late

Fetal man leaps for the window and the beast stares

A cowardly piece of shit, it is all bark and no bite

The beast growls and howls and scurries into the void

The golden chain leashed to its torso snaps hard, and the beast dies

Fetal man, no longer fetal man

Tenderly he moves his head through the window

His countenance brightens on the stars, the moon, and the expanse of life

Naked and alone; he doesn’t care

He is free

He is free

A calendar written in the flowing green moonlit grass

It reads, “Died, December 17, 2002. Freed, December 17, 2012.”

Freedom man smiles

Naked and alone, his pisses on the spot marked by the tombstone words

Freedom man, not fetal man

Exuberant shouts fill the sky, fill the vivid living world

And he runs; Freedom man, now free.