jailed with no mortal
way to bend the bars
two hands
made of light
reached in from
the outside
shaped the iron
so you could easily
slip through
in hiding,
spiders spun
intricate webs
to cover you
like a quilt
to envelop you
in sheen
as those guards
raced by, red-faced
sweating, cursing
and so out of breath
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