"enchained and unmasked"

beneath the wind that's new and thin
the shadows draw on the wall
they dance asunder in unison
whilst softly through thoughts they call.

amidst the splay of willowed vines
a tangled mane is conceaved
with quirt and chain and similar signs
the blurr-ed lines undermine.

with games unkind and not much mind
black whip moves in silent place
enchained, the blind completely confined
unmasked for the not enshrined.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
29mar10
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