Would

Would that the Gods bound me,

Entombed me,

Contained me.

Perhaps I amuse them.

Grafting the arrow on the rose-

Would that they never plucked me from eternity.

Left me in primordial bliss.

Warmed but liquid stars,

Dead and alive.

Now I dance to music I can’t hear

With no partner to guide me.

 

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