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Jr, John D Engle
JOHN D. ENGLE, JR. THE BATTLE The chrysalis does not stay in its cocoon forever, but it buys its wings with prison and with pain. It must battle its own way out of its dungeon, leaving the empty...
...It must battle its own way out of its dungeon, leaving the empty hull of a conquered self behind...
...And birdsong, trapped in the silent egg, must become a beak for breaking loose before it can leave the shell of a shattered world and find its music...
...So I must wrestle my angel down through muddy midnight before my darkness will give way to dawn...
Vol. 101 • March 1975 • No. 16
