In the Past 

it grabbed my feet first

slowly sucking me back 

to landscapes I had left 

behind and below-

from painted flowers, 

and fluorescent suns, 

to a shimmering night

and bars passed down-

whisked away, 

pulled back, 

seeing my world 

through jail 

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