foreign cups
foreign cupsambrosia
-- from foreign cups I have
drunk
near foggy fields of -- fated . . .
at common table
I sat with
-- others
silently -- we wished for
-- freedom
without bounds -- bonds --
boxes -- or tethers
nor gyves -- or other forms
of restraint
longed for true home
while there --
looked back to the beginning
forward to the end
drained the bitter cup
watched the place
where elves
go to
-- weep.
vcp
6 July 2015
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2015-07-06 at 23:04
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