Cambridge City Wanderer
It came upon a mid-day clear that I,
though empty, but the music in my head,
did weigh more pounds than raindrops in the sky.
My eyes, like floodlights, sifted through the dead.
When halted in my sauntered-stride I stood,
two strangers said my smile, half-cocked, I feigned.
While in the valley of my gastric pain,
I knew my want was not of drink or food.
A shadow cast within my flesh and skin;
cloth-paper kept my joy from deep within.
Once ripped in half, I threw it to the wind;
unshackled and unbound I, me, forgive.
And treble trills escaped my broadened lips;
all this took place that I through faith might live.
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