[ot][spam][random][crazy][poetry] Rolling Prison Hills of Wild Prison Freedom

[Karl]

I'm indoors right now.  Been a day or two.  Still seems like I might
get back outdoors.

I imagine a prison.  A prison where nobody escapes, because there are
no walls.  A prison, where nobody suffers, because there are no
limitations.

A prison of sunlit wildflowers, snowy hills, and free-ranging life,
both wild animals and laughing children, running with prison joy
around lakes and through dales.

In this prison of unlimited opportunities, we might take a ride on a
spaceship, and visit the moon.  And then look back, in our
moon-prison, on the beautiful earth home we came from, hop back on our
spaceship and return, and tell our joyful prison friends about our
incredible experience.

Then take them with us, across the vast prison of outer space, and
experience the moon with them by our side.

I imagine prison guards and inmates who empower each other to fulfill
everyone's dreams, freely roaming the landscapes of the lightyears of
the prison universe, the humble villages of the valleys and mountains,
the dense urban cities, everything, everywhere.

Maybe a quaint prison guard family would have a homestead in a village
of free-ranging inmates, and together they all might grow corn, and
potatoes, and peas, and kale, and lettuce, and kolrahbi, and
blueberries, and raspberries, and fish, and hunt wild game, and go
bowling together.

Some would gather in a city center every morning, and exult at the
rising sun, how wonderful, joyous, expansive, and boundless life truly
is, every moment of every day.

During prison holidays, people would get together and throw feasts.
Some might travel to other planets to see their loved ones.  Others
might bring handbaked pies and other sweets to their friends' hearths
down the river.  Laughing, hugging each other, smiling and discussing
all the wonderous things they are still doing across the land, with
all the people from all the different cities, all the time.

Some inmates might hire prison guards to fix their steps, or clean
their windows.  Other prison guards and inmates might just throw
community work parties to, for example, raise a barn, or build a
robot, and everybody might just come together on a regular basis and
play freely together for the good of the community, and together reap
in the spoils and pleasures of their shared labor when completed.

I imagine an expansive prison sky, that takes your breath away when
you glimpse the sun shining over the beautiful clouds, that makes you
gasp when you cuddle a loved one under the windy moon and stars, the
warmth of your close respect for each other far exceeding the cold of
the night air, carried with distant howls of wolves, hoots of owls,
songs of songbirds, and chattering of squirrels, that sometimes sneak
up and visit you to see if anybody dropped a crumb.

I imagine a prison where the rain falls, driven by the wind, and your
underwear gets soaked and you just don't care, because the joy of life
is more prison wonderful than anything you could ever imagine.  Then
the blinding and warm sun comes out, and a prison rainbow stretches
across the horizon, and it's, yet again, the most beautiful thing you
have ever seen before.

I imagine a prison that is just a word inserted in sentences.  That
everybody can tell would be a horrible idea to ever use.