289-128, "Rhetorical Perhaps."
"We do not experience movement, the cell
of setting a chronic theme.
We did not experience, only exist.
In the frame behind the cell, we stand, each step in place
with the next still.
Standing, we do not move until told.
This instant we only have moments.
Mementos, we live in slow motion.
A cinematic dream, I see you, the good that is.
Why we, the evildoers, are rotted fruit, one sweep
and alive with viral blood.
Rehabilitation is often a yellow legal pad.
Discourse in the day room, we look at the world on TV
to see our false selves inside a constructive frame until told.
We enter as if we never left back into a cell."