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Sanctuary

Into the pantheon of poetry,
The skies of my mind open forth

Into the finery

& I

Fly;

I am beyond the surface tides
Of the world

As I watch the cars
Drive

By.

No sword or sling
Or
Arrow -

Shooting�

Can

Touch

Me,

One of the greatest glories
Of my story,

Something

I

Went to war � For,
Wherefore ?

Well � Hell�

The hurt I used to feel
Was�

Hell.