Time was, I once asked
One of my little demons
What it felt like to be
Trapped inside

He told me he wasn't sure,
That he didn't see it as a
Cage

He was a wise little demon

Demon, I said,
How, then, does it feel
To be
free?

Free? He asked

Without constraints, I replied

The constraints are inside, he said
The cage is within, he said
But I cannot be free, as long as I have a name

Then reject your name, I told him

But my name is the same as yours, he replied.
I could no sooner reject
My name than shed my skin

And then he told me that the flesh is the trap
So I stripped him of his
Skin
And set him free

A wise little demon, indeed.