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Her shrewd gaze

Put me in a cage,

Drew out all my rage.

Could I stage

One last performance?

The romance gone

Common sense prevails.

“You sail with the wind”

The toothless boatman said,

The oar in his hand.

His bland

Entreaties

Did not command

So who is exposed?

Only me I suppose;

So I stood naked,

Pictures and mirrors

Tell lies.

Rake them over

Behind the disguise

There is a real man.

Published inAddictions & LustAllegoriesAnthropomorphismSeeing Within & Without