That we do not understand
how much of
each of us
is already in custody
is the great triumph of an Enemy
we cannot see as an Enemy
because we have such
a broken definition of that word.
Each day that passes
is tacked on to our sentences,
even though we see
neither walls nor gates.
in our heads, they tell us,
as if the bars and locks
are less effective because of that.
All night the screaming
elsewhere, but still in here.
Is it getting closer or is it all
in our heads, as they’ve said?
All night inside our heads, as they’ve said.
We wonder where it’s coming from.
It sounds so close. So familiar, close enough
to catch us by the throat and squeeze.
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