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Homeward bound to a place
unyielding to the bounds
of time and space.
Eating fruits of great variety,
Digesting its sweet nectar
But you must not show your insides.

You are held in place
like a foot bound to a shoe
by shoelace.
It’s safe and warm
Until you pierce the peace,
Prosperous, pushed to the past tense.

Tall stone morphs into wood
And the lace is cut,
Freedom, at last, understood.
Hands unbound, the queen,
Once shining with light
Now seems darker than a moonless night.

Then you go talk to Tolay
And see what he says.

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Sulaiman Syed