Rapunzel

I grew the length
Of my imagination
Down. Towards the hypocrisy
And the sin;
Of my anesthetized brethren.

Gutting the tower wherein
Hell retained her power,
By the fornicating tide
And my deep regret,
Bathed; in a bath of locusts.

The Cedars of Lebanon,
Shaped like bed posts,
Keeping the Winters warm.

To such a degree that I have lost
What imagination had been born
Within these braids.

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