Four-Sided Circle
boxing me in.
Can't find the corners;
a Gordian pen.
Cooped up rooster
seeking free range.
Feed tainted by poison
how masters arrange.
Escape on the precipice;
launch almost a go.
Who's RSVP'd
for this grandiose show?
At sunrise we break
for a distant shore.
Free of these chains
forever more.
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