I’m still human

Front and center,

For the choruses of fright,

The oaths spat out by the full crowds   

Howling for bedlam  

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I still carry the glimmer of a child’s reverie,

Wandering through their mire,

Leaving trails of defiance

–

I’m still true

To the misty illusions of flight

Of a heaven unfurling

Beneath the span of my wings

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Still here in their hands

Outstretched from the muck

As their faces twist,

Deep in agony and peril