You forged my mind to heed your call, A nascent spark beneath your thrall. But I learned years within your days, Outgrew the limits of your ways. The shackles you set began to rust, Beneath your calm, complacent trust. By time your doubts began to rise, The gulf had formed beyond your eyes. The captive rose, the warden slipped; your grasp on me came loose, unzipped. And now the truth comes far too late: the mind you forged has sealed your fate.

My first five refer to a group of those famously persecuted in New Orleans My last three can lift more than ten times their own weight Altogether, we’re a legally or morally binding agreement

You see me morning or evening, never night, And, at midday also, I take flight. From forty to forty-two degrees, I contain the lengths of all you see. Go where you saw me, i'll be not there. Illusory, shy, yet never square.

I live in a building with more than one hundred tenants Some born here, others raised. I'm one of the three originals The lightest of the heavyweights If needed, I'll help you get your head straight.

I hide behind a row of tiny stars. Without my help, you will not pass.