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Dear world, here I am a freed beast.
A once fluid creature evermore altered,
Existing in every one of these forlorn days, each a new day,
A new beginning and a seemingly brilliant opportunity to escape.
The cosmic longing comes forth awesomely inevitable
And the great summit weighs heavy,
Bound to a rebellious revolutionary who no longer seeks power.
Struggling to wake up from the layers that hold me captive
I find myself at battle with my own fate.
I have grown strong fighting my incessant fear
Of having been born on the edge of this earth.
I make way through the defiant woods, falling on myself,
Dusting off, losing hope but it isn’t it over yet.
Forced to let me out I can see the other plane
Faintly aglow with unadulterated imagination
A chaotic performance of wide-open spaces and endless intellect.
Out of breath, I take barely a moment to rest again in your clasp,
Only to continue searching for the exit.
I try with vast fury, but static I am trapped
Unable to breathe easy,
Unable to speak free,
Unable to grab hold and take force to rip you apart.
Distressed, only a glinting flame keeps me alive
And the belief that I am approaching the truth,
I can feel it on my cheeks, the hot harsh light.
Letters fall to pieces and epic memories of excess rush in a downward vision.
Thrusting and shattering everything around me,
I collapse to silence merely to come to the realization
That the simple man I so badly crave is locked inside my crown
And with great fury I crack open my head. Idyllic and free.