..Loom these corners in my room

From which I marvel

Less than startled

At the lack of luster

Through which I muster

Friends ,friends

Which I’ve known and sewn

Yet to be and yet to hone

Lift my drift but one degree

Over these drums that hum

For the night and her pedigree

Groves and groves

Of bacchant fools

Writhe in droves and love the cruel

Waste of their merchant pools

Liberty, I cry!

Liberty, I cry!

As I sit and marvel

Less than startled

More than bothered

More than bothered

I play with colors

Some would say,

“Pray for others.”

But, I’m not bred of religious parlors

Gangs on me the face of fate

The sick unseemly face

That routinely breaks my

Tempered pace

I’m no guest to be so easily displaced

Tannins, Tannins

Invade my taste

As I sit more than marveled

Somewhat startled

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