released on my own recognizance
in real time
I recovered from what once
ailed me
paroled with written conditions
I was forced to sign
and off I went on my own
unconcerned about the brace
on my ankle
or the chip embedded
inside my shoulder
as the weather changed
the signals went haywire
and I found myself freer than I’d ever been
leading me to believe
how my newly found
lightning rod imagination
would forever set me free
december two thousand twenty-two
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