Inside an abandoned well, 30 feet down.
In a glass capsule; on the ocean bed.
Held up in a tool shed; no light in it except from a small
hole in the wooden wall.
Pinned down by the wrecked mesh of mangled metal after the accident.
Closing the locked door only to realize that you left the
keys inside.
There are only so many grains of sand left at the top; and
there’s no one there to turn the frame.
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