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Of Quicksilver
Of masks we are Of facades, unaccommodating Of facets, shapely yet vague Of faces, lifelessly alive We, the silvery mirrors
Of bars we are Of gates, unwieldy yet meek Of weights, encumbering Of grids, incarcerating We, the cages
Of walls we are Of battlements, miserably offensive Of hedges, decoratively blunt Of meshes, visibly blinding We, the cells
Of streams we are Of water, runny and slippery Of blood, life-giving yet repulsive Of soul, flexibly rigid
We, the quicksilver Imprisoned in cells Wrapped in cages Of silvery mirrors
We, the thermometers, the gauges Not the heat
Let's break the glass and set the quicksilver free Let it roam around Quick and silvery Nimble and merry Reflective and reflexive Decomposing and recomposing Let it fly Volatile and free Invisible, heat itself Let it live Let it fly.
Raman Ramsin 2006
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