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--The Chains of History are Broken Now

Love is not love which alters its course A poem is to its medium a source like the power of zero to substance object parabola ethereal Black onyx, mahogany, and honeyed light that beholds returns to the present to flicker with a beckoning sense at the panged agony of a friend or the saddest spirits of water that powers of evil corruption have tortured from souls their own innocence are caught, captured and incarcerated and never allowed to rule again,