Waiting for the drop

Ver 3 Please replace Ver 1 with this one. Thanks Waiting for the DROP! Minutes langquish like hours as I wait for bars on wheels to glide from side to side, anticipating the jailer's call to free my indomitable soul from this staging chamber, and release my petulance upon the day. "DROPPING!"* he'll scream, like the tears I shed for the loves I left behind to embark on my mission of redemption. They call it rehabilitation. Not I, as folly and farce and cluster-fuck seem better cognomens. The walls close in a little tighter with each pass of the second hand, ‘round the one face that doesn't look down on me with distain. It matters not the only difference ‘tween us is attire as his crimes are every bit as offensive as mine. But 'tis what it is and I know the biz ness and order of this morn that begins long before our star pierces night's vail. I'll don my threads of colorless drape as I contemplate the starter's gun that sounds with a click of my cell door latch. Make haste zookeeper and spring this rodent from his cage, for I have miles to go before I sleep and promises to keep this Frost filled day. Release me so that I may exchange these shackles for raven's wings and soar, if only for a while, before returning to my wonted existence. —SPIN 2022 * The command give by guards at a penitentiary before throwing the lever that releases the cell doors to slide open. As in, "Dropping for Chow, Rec., Showers,..."