Fetters of the Form – a poem

For a chance between where all worlds intersect,

To escape through, slip as if through the glass

Of wizards scrying for necromantic familiars,

Darkly brooding twilight that keeps lost spirits

In their own domains; let it fail and set me free,

Unfettered from the flesh and binding coils

Of mortal entrapment, out between the cage bars.

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