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Carybdis by Wren [2007]
Trapped
In my Skin
I Spin
Sparks and Shrieking
Flying Apart
Groaning Bonds
Straining
Was I Made for this
Am I Mad for this
A Vortex
Destructive
Creative
A Wheel Turning
A Hurricane Whirling
Still
In my Skin
I am here
I know stories
I know stories Divine love
They allow me to feel
I listen, I hear the syllables and sounds
Crafted carefully despite the noise
Dum dum dum A song sung
Like a fasted promise A stripe on the vestige
A falling fallen life A flower unseeded
Laced in the place
In hope of grace
Faced, face, a facet and a presence A tribute locked
Climb to the final plateau, which is insight
Unliked
But necessarily correct A challenge
That no-one wants to hear
A story that echoes That truth tells despite our wishes.
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