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Like the bloodied
moon struck
behind galvanized
barriers of self,
Dreams are caught,
contained behind the cold-
ness of steel.

There is no surprise here;
the moon must either flee
and find a way
around the chain-
ing fence,

or, it must fly,
fly above these
petty obstacles.

Either way,
the avenging day
pursues
relentlessly.

) Over at DversePoets, it is open link night again..come on by for some poetry if the moon strikes you..(

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