Friday, September 7, 2012

My body is my body in either beauty or despair.
No chain will bind me greater
than my own ensnaring arms,
not even your Honesty that is so much to want
will thrust its hands around my neck and force me
to relinquish that bequeath unto none but I.
Not that life should be so dishonest, mind you,
but people rarely take up truth matriculating
along the borders of this shared monolithic shrine.

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