The central joy I lack
Need not constrain me.
Still within my point,
But rocking up the joint,
Words but restrain me.
Dancing on my own,
My fearful soul of stone
Does not detain me.
The handmaid of the free
Will never help me see;
Can not unchain me.
That blood of my heart,
Spilled only on my art,
Declines to stain me.
11 October 2003
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