Shackled to Veins (Reprised Extended Version)
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| "A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a home-sickness, or a love-sickness. It is a reaching out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment." - Robert Frost |
I am bound to the gravity
Of each situation I pass
From the fall of an hourglass
Met in restrained antiquity
Which limits creativity
By the links in my chains
As I am shackled to veins.
And recall past stains
Which provide creativity
Only realized by iniquity
For the perpetual papyrus
Unlike an angel’s compass
I am inspired by this gravity
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