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Break Free
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The Voices of Stones Horses
climbing inside.
The fish are unprepared
Ropes.
I snap them.
The under-water garden’s
Iron is moaning,
the eagle flies away,
A fear of atoms spinning;
A new universe begins.
We take off.
The crash is multi-colored
Galloping
Pariser Platz behind,
the shadow of man ahead,
we’re learning how to speak
Hya! Hya!
They chase
On dangerous stones.
From within the statued chariot,
in the smoke,
in the lamplight,
an egress!
Let the horses take the blame.
