Liberty

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…through the keyhole of her confines, she sees how poor the world has become; Thence, she mutters;

can one ever really be free,

when all that lingers in captivity’s dust,

is the thin veiled irony,

wheezing, “Freedom cometh at a cost”?

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Amara. (Panegyric)

Sitting in the back pew,

within walls shrouded in lew,

I beheld this wonderful creature,

with a smile belighting all of nature;

Her skin knitted in fine threads of gold,

unspooling from looms in Midas’ hold,

and her tress flowing like the river Rhine,

in ways so slithery, so serpentine;

Alas, my heart’s chalice yearned a fill,

but I feared it may drown in its overspill,

so, there I sat ogling away,

hoping to have this dream another day.

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