Unchain me
17 October 2016
Hologram
Of my mind’s content
Glossy starch
On collar
Spirit cycle underwent
Remnants of dollar
Piece the meal
The banquet is served
The lurid
The blind herd
Each one gets what is deserved
In alleys of white
Give up fight
The papers are creased
Forever
Etched in quill
The weak minds not sitting still
The bosoms diseased
Derail me
Trains reset on tracks
Cutting ice
Like water
The magicians oft falter
When throwing the dice
Restrain me
Packets of the wave
Surge uphill
As I strive
By the call of banshee shrill
Leading through my Tribe
Contain me
I seep through the cracks
Eyesight lacks
The foresight
We bend where you will see might
Bringers of the Light
Unchain me
Imagination
Freed me fore
Molten core
The frame wedding the intent
Messengers we sent
Reading of the poem:
The Old Ways – Loreena Mc Kennitt
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