She wended
through folk´s silly un-reasonings,
By-passing their
blasphemy & hot cruel barbs,
Ignoring iced
thorny stares & their unfair jibes,
Leaping over
critics at their suet-worded feasts,
“I shall not
quaff from their poisoned chalices,
I shall not sup
at their suppositions”, she said,
And turning on her
winding heel, away she went,
She swam over old
oceans & seas of spitting ire,
Through rivers of
blood, sweat & well wept tears,
She climbed over high
mountains of tiring effort,
To where life´s reality
could never ever reach her,
Where she settled,
beyond the realms of her dreams.
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