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FOLLOW HIM
Prison by decision
Not of court or jury
But by conscience;
A love for a friend
Hardly born.
As supposed reason for captivity
Is denied
Ground does shutter
Breaking misty minded moods
Rousing remembrance
Of previous requisition
To my cell.
Bayard believed
And by decision broke destiny
For love of the estranged.
The love of an idea.
Alas, escape eludes
Sleep draws near.
In twilight shades
Mind forages for hope
Of lay about days
Stretching few
From the hard won nook
Made thus far.
This is but a waypoint.
A place of penance
And preparation.
Leaving makes you holy.
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Saturday, March 6, 2010
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