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…Cinderella’s bakehouse
Rustic rooms in caustic castles
Prophets of doom tell us what the farce is
Sycophantic slaves in dainty enclaves
Eating up the night …infesting safe spaces
Four-square’s the kernel of darkened forces
Cinderella starved at the local bakehouse
Late to the party but early to grace us
Took a bad turn when all seemed safest
Where is the vision and whose is the latest
The brightest passage leads to the movers and shakers
Syracuse fell to tyrants, not takers
Out of the blue comes our hero: forsake us
The velvet glove tempers what always could shake us
The fall of Rome was the emperor’s showpiece
Politicians preach to all good opponents
And ratify their causes at the very worst moments
Power is a bubble best freed in a vacuum
The messenger’s in trouble always, assuming
Iconoclasts will pose as the fallen outcasts
Blinded by indifference and marred in catharsis
Where is the road that leads us back to Damascus
Took a wild hike, may as well be Alaska
Rich in healing waters, the route I had chosen
I’m closer to Somerset but frozen in pain
