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Immobilife.

Sounded, felt
like thunder
without any lightning
in evidence, followed
by sirens

of every conceivable
kind: soundtrack
to our paralyzed
still life
existence.

Feeling urgency,
stuck in amber
without release
and frozen
in the rich awareness

that we cannot remain
trapped in here.
We cannot remain
enslaved here.

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