Caged wings
I hear the flutter
Of its wings, caged
In a cage of matter
Flapping, till enraged
It lies down
I will not let it rest
The fight to fly must go on
It should not nest
I should let it take flight
Out into the open,
Light the night
With a muse's pen
Release the floodgates
Of my inundated thoughts
Let out the flood in waves
Of free ghosts
Set it free and let it soar
Away from tethering ties
Away from locked doors
Least the fire burning in me dies
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