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He began to think beyond that frozen cage
carting ideas from within, as if
the stage where all his doubts performed
a personal masterpiece, the soliloquy
of his bouts, like a banquet
where all the fruits embodied are devoured
with ravenous disdain and a bitter treatise
as they whet their appetites with his disorder
He bolted in and settled down
accustomed to the wicked manner of the masses,
those crowds, with breaths like poison
and eyes like darts of redemption
aimed to bring him to his knees
This is not rhapsody but his own disillusionment
as he traipses about awaiting that familiar mating call
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