In the courtroom of the reptile in the darkness of the grave
A mountain rose above me and judgement was a slave
I played the bars in silent monotony
Until my chariot came – and I was free
The road I walked was hot and it melted in the sun
With the tendrils of the shaman and the tentacles of a nun
The freemasons from crypt called out “he has come”
I lay down with the jellyfish and I saw the porcupines run
Freedom comes in many shapes with wires to disconnect
Configurations attended now, you are now a reject
I saw a green horse withering yet even as it cried
“A little bit of freedom should never be denied”
Everything that comes at you, ask of it –
Is this another’s illusion or is this truly real?
Loved your poem! Incredible imagery! 💙
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Thank you very much Patty
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