Now

Caged in a

Bird

House.


Arm tight

Held by

A man.


Tweety bird,

Let him

Go.


Do not

Poke

The beast.


Sleepy his

Slumber is

Longly in night.


Tears from

Tweety Bird

Above.


Below him

She sewn

Together


The past and

The now and

The how.


For how is

The answer

To all.


For how is

For now is

For her.


To understand

In step

His gains.


Depleted are

Efforts so tightly

Constrained.


Let go and

Let fear ride

The rear.


Take seat to

What cometh

Before


And after you

Script in your

Head the


Life and

Death of

The Ether.


Ring ring

The doorman says

Wake up


You sleepy

Head

In the clouds.


Dream back

To reality

Your fears


As you

Conquer

The here.


For here is

For her is

For him.


To forget

Is not

To forgive


The sins

Buried inside

Him.


For him is

For balance of

Now.


Now is

For you is

For we.


Of with

Not of be or

Of a


Burden inside that

Will not let

You go.


Trapped in a

Bird

Cage


She stayed with

The door

Widely open.


It was

Her knees

That dragged


Her in sleep

Without a

Peep.


No dreams

No fears

Only silence


Here is

What she likes

To think.


Two steps

Forward one

Step back,


Matter of fact

There is none

To fear.


There is

Only

Here.

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