We must become great moderators
of conscious--the id never cast only
hid among the contents of orators
who have found the cadence key
man is not an island--bound
to recursive moans of destiny
we, das liberty was english found
stacatto pinions that help breathe
dwell among the cavernous throng
rivers gone a dash of shakespeare
though I know the depth is wrong
I must breathe deeper song, breathe
the song the land that liberty knells
the land caught, Ariel...
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