Stricken

A Poem

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The bodies of ability and Dis
fractured friezes of sentimental veracity
scoping out planets to freeze
into submission
When worlds enter their cross-hairs
that little cross still
as always stood for death
You revile your torture
keep trying to lift your way
out of your binding chair
The semblances of strictures and musings
out the door with the rest of the smoke
and the hinges that won’t shut up
Beginning to deal
with the challenges of…