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Remembering Grace
I thought of that place in the ocean
That one place where I cannot be again
Thought about it with longing humility
Found in a morose metaphysical place
Tied up inside a trussed mind
I thought of that one place in all an ocean
Untrampled, serene blue and clear aquarium
Of only my spirit, and though trapped
Tightly that moment, I now am free and unfree
I am more fettered than before
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