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Crucifixion
Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving myself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, the onlooker was petrified
My vision that never was, that was his loss.
You mimed too, as he hammered in the nails
Once more assuaging himself in my deep tears
Once more your heart rallied where his speech fails
To give the lips the vinegar it fears:
Once more I dallied with the vision of day
A multichromed banner an old enemy was twisting
Till I could no longer read in stone and clay,
The flowerhead lopped, topped to the moment's listing
I shone for you like a speck in the glory of the sunrise
Waiting for twilight, the beauty of the stars' surprise.
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