There is a line of light
which spirals up from concrete walls
to resonating falls, sweet music to the core
of they who foam and twitch in fits.
Before elevator doors,
I stood a washed in tears,
awaiting a dumbwaiter to arrive
which when it did, arrived with thump.
From inside it,
a gloved hand launched at my eyes and nose
and tried to snuff my face and nearly did,
more than half a dozen times.
But an angel's grip unsheathed the leather,
and my straitjacket straps collapsed like wow!
And I, not for a second looking back,
jumped alleys and Brooklyn Bridges.
Thus, I flew straight for the shaft
I had seen in faithful vision,
shooting fast passed protesting shouts
to where I trip untethered.
Once more to be what nature deemed
(and be ye glad I'm not from these parts)
my scaly skin,
my razor beak of raptor
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