Black river, not running, no swimming
Mechanical shiver, flowing, brimming
Giving link to life, means of escape
Wish good hope to the cape, as you turn
Traipse back along meridian
Fair thee well, young Gideon, for your stakes are high
Fly feather, float on a sigh
as a mote of dust
as a battle cry

Shackles shattered
Sow seed, so sorry, seed scattered
Pitter patter that never mattered
so much as the link
Drop of blood, drop of ink
Room to move, time to think

Bonds never severed but stretched
Perhaps worn, never torn
Perpetual motion, mi corazon
Noteworthy notion, when alone
Hand holds chest
You’re still there

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