Oh how the lonely doth donneth the night.
To relegate the light to the unhallowed plight.
That things that be not be shall be set free.
And oh how anger ties the binds that fuse the net about the soul.
Heart strings broken, as a broken legged foal.
To not ride the ancestral vale of time.
A labor of yearning as this rhyme.
Poetry
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I’m wondering where the line “That things that be not be shall be set free” came from? It doesn’t match the rhyme scheme.
I am self taught all my “perceptional” vermin are not cast out yet. but consider if you will Lao zu’s term whabi sabi. The celebration of the little imperfections that make things of beauty so beautiful. The little imperfections. but I just whipped this out off the top of my head. It was bound to veer off the beaten path a little. I was cutting loose with this piece of fun.
Very cool. Thanks for explaining.