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poem
Shut the Gate
On the way out when you’re leaving
Celebrate
When you’re going home too
Forsake
Your throne and its view
Where you don’t belong
It’s like toppling a queen for a shrew
When you bathe in my sorrows
When you bathe in my dreams
When you have to pay a price
When you think it’s routine
When you no longer endure
When you’ve blown it all
When others are beckoned
And others enthralled
When the plight is dead reckoned
When it can’t be erased
There will always be others
Delicate sweet tastes
On a journey’s hard fall
From where it is traced
Keep your mind and your body wholly
Within the crimes of your soul
And share them with no one
Lest I cajole
And when you land back
From your well beaten tracks
In the domain of your honor
Hope the door is unlatched
And on that which you plead
A thousand times is your creed
Reveal the lost soul
From where I must bleed
