five prisons

go to the holding cell of the young, the resting place of evildoers

go to the indoctrination center, the dusty daycare dungeon for the developing

go to the cult, the building that organizes both dollars and souls

go to the cradle of consciousness, the sea of threads that holds the head

go to the bread box, the cube where toil and terror and teamwork prevail

cell and center and cult and cradle and cube

these seize, seize us

holding tight until we become the sieve

each strike washing through like water, cleansing our pores, purifying the soul

then stop stop stop stop stop and smell the flowers