to lie down in a bed of salt.
You who are born into this prison,
don't obey its laws.
The keepers have no reward to give,
nor do the inmates yearn for escape.
They have grown to like
these recorded hallways.
They enjoy the chatter of friendly robots.
If you are alive inside, you must
be willing to die: for the trouble, for a laugh,
for a hot demise or an unlikely rescue,
for the art of unwilling eyes.
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