Within

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I am within the wondrous world
Forever confined in locks of land.
I am among the chimps of confusion,
Lost in like commands.
Bound by the blue barricades,
The spinal bars that block my pry,
My soul will never sour beyond the sea,
Or dive beneath the sky,
My weakness is percipience,
The greatest gift of Godly kind.
For I will only be allowed a part,
The rest kept out of sight.
I accept my fatuous fate.
I cannot reverse the fateful facts.
I am within the withering walls of glaze,
With which I will never be without.

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