Praises

 As they sing praises to O God
 the air is filled with exalted notes
 notes rising higher to meet the hearer
 I want to join, my mouth remains closed
 I feel trapped, swallowed in a cocoon
 I yearn the feeling of bursting forth
 Grasping at the seams refusing to tear or stretch
 chained and shackled, but given a window

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by Vraeden
2002 or 2003?