A new Millenium

19 February 2011

A new millennium

 

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Alas I would not run my naked wild

Creatures of habit they will me mild

With looks upon me so derogatory

Make me shuffle confined territory

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Of worldly ties they build my grave

And cause me bowing to be a slave

Medusa stood with her stoning eye

Hoping fear would make me live lie

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Yet stoning threats were of no avail

As hope filled rich my destiny’s sail

So bind your bow ye rightly archer

To lay me in that yonder sepulchre

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As arrow pierced fierce my Sternum

I woke up into a refulgent Millennium

Within a golden age freed of deceit

I practice walking on my shaking feet

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