Caged angels
twirling swords of wind and fire
torn by wisdom and desire
are sitting, staring back at me.
Brooding in their muddled minds.
Lost inside their bound confines.
And I wonder what they see.
Feel their power beckoning.
Heading for their reckoning
in the mind's eye-
set me down and petrify
me. Find the long lost key.
To being lonely.
Let's set thee free.
Now be.
Now be.
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