The sirens sing so wild
and so free of all restraint
that the artist seeks to paint
her mastery
over all that would imprison soul

She whispers on the wind
in cryptic messages that send
a chill right up your spine
and then through every channel
of your being

for your soul would thus inform you
that the jailer with the key
is really you
while secret whispers will impart
the mystery of every dark
illusive shadow causing you such fear

yet freedom resides
within this flesh where we hide
from ourselves and every other
and cells will reject
what our culture accepts

rebelling in disease
while searching for release
from every goal
that keeps the soul inside

for soul was meant to fly
through endless skies
of its release


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