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this morn the dawn lingers stale,
festered of travails born of eve last
enveloped in yesterday’s promises
still-born of a serrated Night
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there, that is me
writ in the margins,
inked of every line,
scribed of every page,
turned of every leaf,
pressed in every Tome.

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I am a renegade,
apostate, a mad man
bound free to frolic midst the roses
marigolds and lilies,
tho smote of thee,
I dance by devil’s Fury.

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I am given to perpetuity
ever faithful
ever nowhere Bound

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