dancing in the ruins of the dead divines
i smelled the earth after the first rain
no more crackle of grass in a lake like glass
near ashimmer with new possibilities
and i lumbered through pain
to free me from the chains
stomping on a skull in its ruined crown
i heard the sound of its gnashing teeth
a lesser antilles of emptied homilies
near ashameless with inert fragilities
and i forged through pain
to free me from the chains
flaming through the deep of waters parted
i roared the defiance of an open tomb
saved two of each kind of all souls to find
near asundered with reassembled symmetries
and i frolicked through pain
to free me from the chains
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
That’s another one that begs to be a song. The refrain is awesome.
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Thanks so much, Dolly! We like the idea of this as a song too. What genre do you think would work best for it?
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I’m almost breathless reading that. But under some kind of compulsion and gasping my last, I read to the last
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Please don’t expire though, Crispina! You’re one of our all-time favourite readers! Things would be too quiet around here without you! 😮
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Put like that, I’d better try to hold on for some time longer 🙂
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My interpretation of this might be odd. I see this as an escape from slavery or oppression and the biblical reference of parting waters is not the solution. Of course the great divine will save our souls in the heavenly Ark, but only two kinds. What if we are single are we domed without a partner?
I envy the Loch Ness monster retiring to Florida, since the income tax rate is much lower than in socialist Scotland.
A thought provoking read.
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Who knew that our silly writings could compel such… well, compelling thoughts? Now you’ve made me think a bit too, James! 😮
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