I take my fury for a walk
Leashed and muzzled tight
Dragging me through the sunny
Streets struggling to keep up
Over to the park and pond
Where I can drown it
Under the swan's invisible feet
It is something she must eat
Snake-like with her yellow beak
How else develop her serenity
If not she feeds on scorn
Rage and pride reborn
More radiant when she flies
Over everything that dies
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