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2012 - New Poetry by Steve Dreben:
My eyes barely adjusted to the orange-yellow sky…sun so healing against the skin…healing as soft Lilly petals rubbing on raw membrane. Weeks spent in half-light stripped bare and so bold…the night always so deadly cold. Memories like flashing spots of light were all I had. She’s just another spinning memory bouncing across the cells…time spent in isolated corridors and so many dark places…to long in those spheres….
Grasping at the metal cage I forced my body up…and with effort opened both eyes…evading the light, evading the pain so hard; the shell…so much more the inside….
Quiet is the light beaming to the face so warm… forgiveness of a drum skin stretched …instrument reluctantly becoming a face…yet the lights glow which enlivens the spirit…the soul reintegrating into the self flowing like a fast moving current to an inner soul waiting to receive…and once again, wholeness. Something moves…through shadows…more the gleaming parts of the whole.
Move against the mesh, feel the texture of its roughness…the impossible tight weave of its fabric…alien to all flesh; yet, somehow, it becomes the master, and we only the contained.
Sweeping past the posts, my hand shadow moves across other souls caught behind the wires…taken…ripped from their places…stacked behind the wires. A cage…so perfect a place…so compelling…so closing…does one ever move forward once positioned there… once placed behind rough wire….The sun’s rays once again break cover casting long odd shadows here and there….
Sweating…drops of heavy due fall from above the eyes…never quite sure where I am or who I am …yet a captive of the place…I go on…we go on… somehow a deep pounding energy within us propels us on, launches through the fence.
Will cannot be contained by the steel wire surrounding the yard…nothing beyond the will…only death; death can reach beyond the will….The yard encloses only the living. It cannot and shall not enclose the will….Grabbing the hardened steel grate…the mesh that shuts us in…I know the yard can only be the refuse of imprisonment…it is but a wall surrounding bodies which live within it.
Each step taken is a step closer to ‘a freedom’ … a freedom holding fast within the soul… freedom never stressed by a wall or frozen by wires around a yard.
A step, a small step is taken within the yard for freedom, a step powered within a body’s soul …yes…yes and so I walk across the yard, across the hardened wire where snipers wait…all the objects of fear available…and yet I can make choices…I move with small steps towards the clanging gate, a gate which will open and daylight embraces me…embraces me once again…one more time.