Rhyme is a pulley
but liberates like slough,
sunk in at its edges
verily carries me off.
Its ancient hinge
releases my refugee –
the unreachable wound,
an unrepentant effigy.
Hostages provocateur
stalk the undone
tossed up like a shipwreck
under a mock or mean sun.
Blows like a fire eater
into the overbright
playing chess-with-death,
valiants desolate the night.
What bandies what bounties
the fickle and the fled
rhyme releases disquietly
rings out the undead.
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