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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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