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Get out!

   

Sinking in bile, blood and piss, a sealed cage strips bare. Your splintered corpse stops short of the sun. Written – devoid of mind, beggared to the box. What became of the face that hasn’t been seen for a while? It will know only to say uh -- but keep asking! Where the worried words pursue the search for all that’s meant, the silence slapped against the wall answers only to you. Shut your eyes and feel the way out; damage the torment enough to forgive. Pick - pick - pick and let the echo claw back. Light has broken in the box; what is there, is there more? Jump through the hole if you can; now is the time to live! Strike it down – to fall and find nothing.