I sit in my prison cell
In the guise of an office
Endless to-do lists
And non answered email
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Sensational... that box is nothing more then routines and obligations... But, we are free in truth and faith; which most seem to lack... Your poem is lovely... Keep writing, reflecting... and proclaiming! ~Lalita
The box...our cloister...our body and the world is our prison. Anyway...interesting poem Celt. Laters...