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Charges

If ever I get charged with despair,
Lack of confidence or sloppy emotionalism,
Allow them one look at your bright ribbons and your nostrils
Of satin and your fingers of feathers
Where it all began
The orders I obeyed contained an element of
Truth and freedom to choose
To accept your orders or to ignore them,
I was a slave to you and not to circumstance,
I swore in light which you endowed me with
Before you took it away,
Radiant, so I could learn a form of darkness
We both could have done without…