mend my heart with a fool's folly
but protect it
as a golden egg
for it is caged
from the sun's greeting to disappearance
until the evening's birds have perched
keep my words in your brain case
held tight like lies
unrelenquished to the ears,
the eyes of your foes,
they wait in the corners masked
they ask favor of no drop of light
slew my line of sight
limited to only the surround
of your crown; below
the grounding of my boot-feet
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