Of Rusting Manacles

To windows that gaze,

And scenes that change.

To horizons unmerged,

And crowds untamed.

To birds that fly,

And chains that seize

To those fettered apprehensions

And stoic resolves,

To those flutters and stutters

And suave tethers.

To limits and dedications

And rambled letters,

To senses and wise

And awareness unbridled.

Of rusting manacles,

Cages and shackles,

Holds of iron yet crumble as dust.

Of rusting manacles,

Might in their grasp

Yet air sets them on fire.

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