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The Entitled
I flung free my terrace garden pane
Assured that wherever my eyes feign
Beauty expects this worn soul to bare
A rhyme to wish rare birds do I share
The eaves of my rooftop linger so
The pitter-patter of raindrops flow
A song plays onward to match my verse
Blest be this day goes finer than worse
Shall I free myself from these rooms hold
Command my weary bones to be bold
It pains me so that I must now leave
This place bewitch me of fear I cleave
The day grows cold I must close my world
For I must stay where I will be curled
Close everything now, here I must stay
My retreat strangely soothes me they say
Some novel day it will have a name
For now unprocessed I live in shame
Soon I am weak my fortitude, gone
To my chambers so I am withdrawn
The day had started viewed I belong
Be I was finer than I was strong
For what day is this that I naught cheer
Say nothing for the answer I fear
Be naught simple days but years instead
My journey ends at my chamber bed
From whence I rose there was light and life
Spare naught the dagger immortal strife
This time though move still I dismiss that
Takedown these mirrors none to look at
This solitude for it serves me well
I will sleep awhile just for a spell
Let the day move away greet the night
By the morrows, dawn be I all right
Be your night fine sort, sir, for I bow
I depart for a day's journey now.
2020 January 30
Howmanysyllables;
36 lines x 9 syllables per = 324 syllables total
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William Kekaula
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