With the crackling probe of light
imagination described
I test each inch of the perimeter
by which I am proscribed
I droned so very long
about the state of limitation
then the moment that I
came to terms with my situation
All things are proscribed
freedom requires it
either that or mere explosion
and hell we're smoking in the pyre's pit
So it is my will no other
that put the locks upon the gates
I see him standing at the open door
and still he hesitates
what
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