All the moonlight reflected, all the stars
I find the center of the warm dark, the bars
of the cage of the world of me, were
I in sun, I cannot think for long,
There's too much light, too much beauty
I have too much to live, too much duty
To the living world, but the dark song
lingers in my chest, the knowing what comes
For if it can be taken from me, it is not
me. If I could lose a hand and still be some-
one, then my hand is not me. If I could stop
My heart and pull it out and put another one
And I remain, eternal self, let all flesh drop
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