And the walls shook
and they fell
And I heard the shattering
And I heard I felt the roar
of the devil climbing out of hell
And the air itself was battering
The windows! And the door
flew open and my books
crashed to the floor
And it was like a miracle of fish
and flowers covering up the chaos of my cell
But I could not trust my feet
because the ground was weird and incomplete
So I stood still
I said, “I am the way I will
be free.
It doesn’t matter where
I put my head to bed:
I’m here!
I am the way I will
be free!
(From Dewain’s Song of Liberation & Surprise)