Redeemed... and a dream...

An afternoon
Like redemption
Within
Pours a potion
A bright colored red
As if
She there
By pouring onto me
Prays
For me...

And
Me sings joie
Unadulterated...
Uninhabited
Freed
Joie...

And she
The other
Has the determination
In her woken up eyes...

For
Hears
me her
On song
'we are prisoners here
Of our own device...'

And me sees
How
She
The oldest
The wisest
The purest
The mightiest-
Telling her
The other
That
She
Hath
Made
her
Free
From
All
Device...

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