The Golden Cage




where is the magic

of the bending cards,



what happens when our

eyes are filled with shards,



is there hope without seeing?

does it exist within dwelling?



do we know of a truly worthwhile cause

or are we folding before we've even tossed



nothing ventured, nothing granted,

someone said these words for reading



but the birds are silent in the dead magician's

boring backdrop, and he's frowning unendingly



because freedom is freeing,

just beyond the golden cage!



3-1-11

james kenneth blaylock

03/11/2011

Posted on 03/12/2011
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