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From detention by
ideas of mine and others
in the safe haven
of the familiar
I now see something
bright and vast
open and rising.
The soft shields must
yield place
and allow a clear view
of the hustle and bustle
of life on the move.
The hit-and-run ideals
have wounded
grievously
and it's time for me
to throw away
all pretence of
delicate grace and
fling away
the garments of
respectability.
My world
I need to reclaim.
