Aristotle
Hidden behind bars
Cooing rhythms subtle soft
Soothe prisoners
Fumbling…
Fuming…
Frustrated…
…Freedom
Tantalizes
For telling truth
Strapped bound
Hands
Pointed to fractured souls
Desperately searching
For
That piece
Missing perferct
To form
The peace of
Perfection
Expand
Contract
Contort
To keep
The fraction from
the fracture
For
The one
Yet
“Grace” the cry
Erupted from earthen hearth
Gone cold
Save diminutive eyes
Smoldered red
Waiting only
For the breath of life
To form
The peace
Perfection
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