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I went over Pacific Edge Way
where mythic clovers
cover unicorns at play.

The verdant gleam
intersects their platinum coats.

Glistening like the milky lush
below the mountain lair.

Where inside a lored dragon
embraces shimmers
from coin-cached bedfellows.

Unisi in flocks together float over
silver-emerald-meadows.

With turned luck’s horseshoes
looking down upon the bay.

Gilded with molten remnant decay
from my old phantastic prison.

That gold barbaric cage.

That gold barbaric cage
enclosed by alabaster grange
sat atop a tower
beset with elephant tusks arrayed.

It was made with the intention
of keeping me
afraid
to leave from it’s retention.

Seeking freed exploration
within my inner caves.

So, aft I’d plucked feathered courage
to form my pinions for to fly.

From a window of the grange
beside that gold barbaric cage
I plotted my escape
with a flit, descending eye.

Off the tallest reaches
of a tower eleven heavens high..

..I plummet.

Chasing the cascading tears I cried
into the caverned myriads of change
that came with each and every age
that I went over & through
under a metamorphosising sky.

That gold barbaric cage
unforgiven
within my heart it stays.

As an unbled, scarred reminder
that dreams of owning golden bars
release the worst of evils
in the most well-meaning people.

And so I’ve striven
for permanent vacay
here over Pacific Edge Way
where I can bask amongst the stars
with the Unisi
and Unicorns that are much kinder
than the worst evil in those people
with imprisoned dreams
of golden bars
and that gold barbaric cage.

© poormansdreams

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