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Latch Or Perch
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2023-02-21
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Anagrams, reshuffled words
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from letters even more absurd,
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given from runes in pain's wake
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when it's your time to menstruate.
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Bolting shock rips through your shoulder:
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you wanted me
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to be
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a bird,
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so I've decided here's my perch.
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You wanted me to protect
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you, so here I am, your very best friend,
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glamour of crow most intelligent,
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God-forbidden godsend.
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You're not bedridden,
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Lethe.
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You can leave
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this bed anytime you want.
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In fact, nothing in this moment
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stands in your way to prevent
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you from abandoning this nest.
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"Yeah, except
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for maybe
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the biological needs
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of this vessel I'm trapped
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in."
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Your body's too tense. Relax
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before you bring on another cramp.
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You did a good thing today,
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Lethe, although the recruiter might say
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differently.
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If you passed the test
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and the job offer accept,
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you're one step closer to being free
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of the Golden Cage.
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"I never thought I'd hear you praise
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being part of the world's rat race."
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I never said I liked
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anything about the 'daily grind'.
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I just want you to be able to take
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care of yourself
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until back in Sablade you're safe.
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But pray tell,
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Lethe,
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when asked to name a salary,
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why
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did you pick the lowest average you could find?
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You're worth more than numbers can quantify.
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The Veil I breached
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despite Deity's demands
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because I know no god could ever hold me back.
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Your grasp
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must exceed
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your reach,
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Lethe,
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as sure as around my heart you're latched.
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Either somebody out there will give way
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or time will run out and I'll bring you to Sablade.
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And who knows:
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if you name that number absurd,
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someone might just take you up on your word.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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