Deliver Me! (Now We Are Free) Poem by Faeo de Lyre

Now that I am free, but to grope
In the obvious. When man would
Err blindly; yet, exact in the nude
To be or not. Now that we mope
No longer but upon our come hope;
And liberty has eaten hence, our rude
Attachment. So free as to be stood
Upon, torn from our villainous rope.

This is when I shall only take up
The gauntlet apart and vow to all
Becoming. When I must not fall,
Bear all implied. Save me now atop,
I am alone with me. Now a cup
Of my hands made asking. The call
Of the manhood now acquaints tall
And demands terms. If I can hop

To it, let me! Save me for I
Lag by the practice. The enemies
That fear my lords shall rise to kiss
Me new. Save me! This is when my
Tasks shall taxed. Save me but to spy
The approaching arrow and hubris
Soon, that shall hold up against my peace.
I am about a sinew and thus by

The modelling. Fire my shaking for
Where art freedom be stood upon who
Thinks that a free man is easy? You
May hold on power and in pleasure
But who shall permit the vesture
Of a bed of roses in this hue,
To honey own sleep? When man shall through
His own self, his own enemy and maw.

Who shall exercise intil marrow
Not, as family-proud? For we are
The subject of our freedom so far;
And I shall get with the morrow
Near, though I practice from overthrow,
Deliver me! Now as bright a star
Can; now I am for me to mar
In ecstacy and requires my brow

In the front as it wants my strength
To continue. Now I can breathe in
Pleasure and masterless, though keen
On me, deliver me! Now the length
Mid the eyes I gained and I went
Checking and balancing. But green
Intil now oh god out of machine!
Now that I am another as spent.



II

But where we are, I am not free.
But that I am, freerer not. But that
I am, if I shall not a part.
If I shall not but where do we,
Then my deliverance shall be
Asked higher. But that in the path
Are we; save me too and my heart
Still. But now we are, deliver me

So that I am. Now that I watch
To breathe. Now my life my neighbours
Debt. Deliver me! Now we shall force
A home to dwell us, in the touch
And lead ourselves ___ of this faces much
Varried. Now I know not my course,
Now I know not what becomes us.
Deliver me now we are free, such

As we neighbour in pulls. Deliver
Me now I know not my portion
Untilaske, now that my affection
Shall measured. Now I fear and shiver
For I know not my brother's sister,
Deliver me! When hierarchy climbs upon
The family and my enemies none;
Thus, nature to friend, he bids, viva!