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Different Paths
wanting peace and space to ease
the spirit
frees
and yet so many ghosts walk the castle walls
failing climb the rusting balustrades, the flesh
falling
in ethereal wisps fists as fingers bind and thresh
ravaging
as the spirit contorts and fights, squalls
amid
escape, limits bordered by skin and bones
a morass of heaping clouds racing overhead,
places a torn hand
bones and skeletons
over head and ears, stones cast in a
communal cesspool, searing fires fanning out in circles
persecuted as we know too well
desperately searching
yet aspiring to a freedom
doubt encompassing
achieving space they claim
their own.
Ezra Ben-Meir 229.2 March,
1998; revised July 1999
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