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The statue

I looked at him
Stopping or standing
His head is higher up
His eyes are opened towards the sky
His humanity powerfully is towering
What happened...
The rhyme stands erected
Also
The poem practice the insurrection
The water is furious,
The verity’s fire is angry
And
By the color of specters
The pen puts down in writing
Breaks up the enigmas of hand
And reads the letters and figures
His hour is converse