Waiting behind the
silhouette of days
Passing each with a silence
on tongue,
That the soul lying within
denies,
Struggling and eager to
dance and sing
What reclaim did happen alas
That world being free has
cut its wings
And so it slithers under the
ground
Hoping to sprout when the
spring begins
Dense smoke suffocates and
blurs
The similar paths it had
walked before
And now that the time has
changed again
Nothing but air can be
gripped and bore
Peeling the scars that have
dried and shred
The new skin beneath though
fresh and pure
Darkens with the tans of
time
That nowhere seems to aid
and cure
With the bodily flesh and a
beating heart
The cluster of nerves
tangled in art
The intellectual self
resting in skull
Can all this sustain within
a soul so dull?
Thus it peeps, sometimes
looks too far
In search of the final call
May be freedom from the fearsome
fall
That has ruined it once and
for all
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