after a life of yielding
it has at last come to this
and here i am
pressed against you
arms braced, tense
my mind is locked
its key enconsced above me
driven, mad
with blood, old rage, old sorrows
collected and pooled
in shimmering beads of
sweat, rolls down my brow
and here i am free, powerful!
see! you, look here
here hangs a free man
whose hands are caked
with earth
a symbol of my crawl up
from my own beginning
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