Warden and the Slave

She collects herself
Locks together her pieces
She designs her fate
through every season
From fall through March
she stays indoors
During summertime
she shows her core
When she dances
the earth twists and shakes
Her singing voice
opens Nature’s gates
Deceptive eyes so humble, plain
When she turns around, they’re full of flame
Do not endeavor to decipher
her holy code
No cryptologist
has a hope
Just let her be mysterious
Just watch her be mischievous
Do not, I said don’t
try to find her name
Don’t waste your time
with jealous games
She is the warden and the slave
inside your cell
She’s the god and the devil
of thine golden bell
She is beauty
personified
by the ugliness trapped
in my mind
She’s a she
She’s a he
She’s a me
She’s a we
She’s a you
She’s a two
She’s a fool
when she rules
He disassembles himself
Throws away the pieces
He hides in the most
unruly places.

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