The Butterfly Effect
Everywhere in chains,
It rustles,
Bustles,
And ropes around him,
Whether crouched,
Or rising,
Every sweep of his hands,
Seeking freedom,
Only drawing,
The world towards him,
A whole globe,
Of hidden connections,
Unsettled,
With every movement.
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With every movement.
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