Monday, September 27, 2010

Elysium

Strolling featherweight, adrift as a cloud
across a sprawling golden meadow,
turquoise sky stunningly intense,
air embalmed in lilac and almond scents.

Breeze carries very fret to four winds,
infused in the sweet caress of serenity's fingers,
ashen images of concrete cages vaporized
by this succor of mercy,
a vision of pure release,
passport purchased by petition
from mind's psalm for butterfly plumes.

Second of Elysium's essence
one blink of winged whim,
gazed with inner eyes
in the stripes of cell bars shadows,
waiting for word from attorney
over release
because of excavated evidence
of innocence
found in ruins of Jurist prudence
crumbling citadel.

Oasis reverie revised
to fantasies of vindication freedom
over being found guilty
for crime didn't commit.

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