The crime becomes the person
When the jury is deliberating
The course of fate
That is me.
I tell you to call me divinity
‘The given light’
On a stage
That uses only candles.
I dance on the desks you sit at
To work out the tedious details
Of your forgotten lives.
The face of the man that brought me here
is forever etched in my memory
It is no wonder I cannot forget him.
There is nobody more willing
To have you imprisoned
Than someone who doesn’t
Want to hear you speak.
Josephine Ranes 
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