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And what should quench his thirst but that sweet honeyed nectar from the sun?
For long has he been seated in labyrinthine corridors marked yet with
lies and stilted conflagrations, each trespass a scar in an ever marred hide,
each lash a reminder that freedom lies elsewhere,
beyond the walls,
beyond the mountains,
beyond the sky.
Daedalus would look with envy at that flight.
A hook to the solar plexus, a pull from the soul to a nexus,
wings spread to the sky and let loose to fly,
a storm on the rise with hope in those eyes that see that light of hopeful dawn
...and still, he flies on.
And what lightning would strike at such a landing!
There left he’s standing, the shores of Crete in the distance like a cancerous remission,
the throes of torment long past!
And finally, at long last
...what scores left behind in others, in silence his breath shudders,
and oh...how long he stands, how long he weeps.
His feathers fall as the wax now sweeps into the ground
with no sound to hide him from who he has found
...and all that's needed is one gentle caress to settle him...
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That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
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