You cannot drop the fortress brick by brick,Using the tools the master used to build,The old vocabulary is a trick,To keep the restless spirit trapped and stilled.We praise the concepts of a skewed design,And think we argue for a brighter day,While walking strictly on a narrow line,That someone else has drawn along the way.To crack the mirror of the ancient hall,We need a language born of our own scars,A sudden shout to break the heavy wall,And let the prisoner look upon the stars.
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