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Saving My Soul
A shrill cry pierces the air
in the eagle nest, on hill top
the mother wants to protect the baby
from the male, irate and stoned.
A shy cupid wants to reside
in the palace, swallowed in dark dust
the sentry wears no costume, no make up
the house is haunted and calm.
I want to climb up the hill
to dismantle the moon
at night it shines very dull
wolves flout to come out.
Let’s make a deal with
the eagle, the cupid and wolves
they will deter my lunacy
and save my drifting soul.
