Soul, can you sing from deep damp of the well,
Peering past rounded stone to distant light
Pinpointed beyond these claustrophobic
Walls, conspiring cave-ins, smothering
Something essential? Goblin grief grabbed
You, waylaid in terror, bound hand in foot,
Tumbling head down, now up, to this abyss –
Your song, surface stranded, stares down forlorn.
Prisons of failure, missteps and regret
Can only detain with...
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