Vagary

‎Saturday, ‎March ‎29, ‎2014

Shall i pour my rage in some forbidden note,
Burning down later in disgrace sought
Or shall i breath into one elusive soul
Ghost pity your mould..
And here they search you in poets page
Into some sad verse of restless tune
Into the sculpture of an artist
Into the art of insane muse
But they shall not prison you
Your escaping attachments of deafening truth
Echoing contagious vibe plunging into you
You shall not find you, before your death too

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