The self comes into being and jumps into incarceration.
"I believe"... bang! The cell door closes.
"I must have"... click! The lock engages.
"I don't want this!" The self lies down on its cot.
We must realize the self is the prison and the guard.
Leave it all behind for the herenow parole.
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