POEM: Prison sans Walls Posted on March 25, 2021 by B Gourley If you can dance in wild, weird ways, then you are truly free. If you can’t, while you’re home alone, you’re a bodily detainee. A prisoner of life, itself — a man who never was — a tragic figure cut from plans who will do, but never does. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related