It lays at my feet
An invitation to the jubilation
How can i lift this page without turning another
It is not enough that it is joy upon joy
It is given freely to one who is not free
Oh free enough that i could embark
And sail like Columbus to the edge of the sea
where the serpent lives
It lays prostrate on the floor awaiting my descent
Taunting
Seducing
Pleading
I only have to reach for it with one tired hand
A hand brazen enough to dare
But not enough for truth
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