Small dark space, I know every
Wrinkle within here.
I can touch all my limits, I
Know where I am,
Know where everything is.
Outside these walls, the
Chaos lurks, I can hear
Birds, sirens, screams
And laughter.
I am growing, I know, and this
Case won't hold me forever, but
I curl up, trying to hold this
Moment, hold the safety of now.
What will do it? A persistent
Bird, a hungry rodent, or just
The fall from this height, at
Which I lightly swing?
What will release me?
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