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Please follow the instructions for reading this poem:

1. Imagine a cage. Any cage, of any size.
2. Love the cage. The cage is your friend.
3. Think constantly about the cage when reading this poem.
4. Scroll down.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a hand reaching through bars from darkness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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GET ME
OUT! GET
ME OUT!
WHY DID YOU TRAP ME HERE? GET ME OUT!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You cαught it.
Fιnαλλy.
Aλλ you needed to do
was to folloω the right instructions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hand is holding marionette strings attached to the brain of a simplified human figure. The figure regards a list titled "Abstraction." Step 5 is scratched out.

Now, you are free.



Gabriel Ascencio is a Mexican student and writer. He mostly focuses on texts written in Spanish, which can be found at Colectivo Letras & Poesía under his former pseudonym "Dr. Asenjo," and at Revista Extrañas Noches and Letralia.
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