Everything went into the jar.
Extinct charismatic megafauna went into the jar.
And George Lucas. And a Martian heat ray.
And death, wearing a balloon hat
shaped like a jar. And an NFT
shaped like death. And freedom.
The jar was a very safe place to keep your freedom.

You could carry the jar everywhere and never lose your freedom.
Nothing got out. Not light. Not NFTs.
Not Tennessee. Not you
in the jar with everything
like a house you visit in a dream
where everybody gives you everything.
The moon sits in your hand like a coin
in a house in your dream in a jar in your hand.
Everything is portable.
You can crush it into shape like a balloon.