I had a vision

of people walking around

smiling and

tearing up their money

while rows of wispy clouds

zerba-striped the blue sky

the Sun illuminating them

like bars of gold


soon as the moment passed

the vision faded

I checked my pockets

my money was still there

and no one smiled

under the ordinary ribbed sky


for an instant

I was free

to peek through

the bars of my flesh cell




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