Miserable forsaken restrictions
Me can’st untie the tide
Nor cause the moon to wane
Tis but a part of nature
Yet unnatural structure need be modified
As do or die has not been exceeded
Aye, the crash of thunder rings in my ears
Thoughts upon a pondering
Tis not to be drowned out by silence
Albeit silence loud, thought engulfs
Making it dead
Forlorn smoke billows
Amidst great city stacks
Seeking a refuge upon the sky
Grand pillows of white lie open
Gathering and multiplying
Forming one
Oh boldness
My will to continue shall not go undone - 9/23/06
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