A dormant dam curtails the flow,
When showers retard, they open the doors,
The doors to liberation, of a gagged mind,
By burdens and feelings, no vents defined,
Is this the only road??
Perhaps,
In the middle of deserts, or the moon all bare,
In depths of the sea, or great suns glare,
A lonely dungeon, a thousand yard stare,
They do inspire is truth to dare,
And so I say.
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