down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)

Twenty-four hours are a tank

In seaworld, cold salt water

Holding dolphins,

You can go down,

Down,

Down,

holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to

and concrete containing blue gallons

  just enough to question the glass

    to really believe in freedom

not enough of an ocean

Until you hit the bottom, concrete and glass (^)

Escape.

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