Shadowing hordes of inundated,
Haggling towers to the ground,
Peeking for piecemeal,
Liberated of the bugle’s sound.

Entertaining drowsy unwashed steps,
Corrugated,
Still,
One for the supine laid across
it’s unextraordinary expanse watched by extraordinary men.

Boots clapping at the stone,
Fountains binding speech,
Tremulous artists spill their
Odes to joy at every interval
Nailing
The involuntary to testify.

Lustre,
Ruptured,
Split,
Shimmering,
Fulgurating

Bottled mirth.
Red eyed,
Bubbling.

Infinitely malleable in our chains.,

Unqueit at the rocks of dawn.

……….

Treasured by foreign lands

Muted, molded by unyielding hands,
The battalion of limbs yearns to shake the shackles.

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