oh let me fall through the
fairytale's mirror
on the other side is
a freedom not realized
before and light and
castles meant to be
lived in I am sure
the wings of the deliverers hasten-
the trial of the innocents could
stand interruption-
and, balanced over the lake of glass, the
ballerina must always be true
never stirring in the breeze
mary angela douglas 19 august 2002; 27 september 2023
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