Fields

Green pastures in the manor house
In the gloom of rigour's life, incipient freedom grows
Fenced manicured lawn of constant reaping
Myopic enclosure of disparate worldly woes
They dance a grotesque dance amidst the mocking
Weeping gnarled trees of inevitability

Yet in that garden of stunted demeanour
The stars shine still
That two from the strings of puppetry do break free
To challenge that ascribed eventuality
Patterned paths they do not need
For they trample the encircling weeds
Secure in that shackled field
A hundred doors thus unlocked

In the gloom of rigour's life, incipient freedom grows
Expunged are these worldy woes

/Gvoz/
April 15, 2005

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