and he married the day..
broken, bleeding polemic world;
sometimes there's a moon in the day,
so there's a night without moon above..
the pivot of indifference shall underlie
ice and water, captivity and freedom,
flame and wax, rotting and dusts;
it remains the dead end is a question
of dregs, doldrums, and storms maze..
pushing the wall down shall lead
to the path of earned freedom;
that though life is a maze without exit,
there's a trodden way to the truth
that body and mind can dote upon
while consuming time with the world..
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