My Skeleton is not a Cage
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My skeleton is not a cage, or, if
It is, a curious one. Important parts
Are held outside the bars, though some are stiff
As cartilage or bones. This fact imparts
A certain freedom to my meaning, to
What I define by my existence. I
Am not my heart and brain alone: I’m true
To skin and flesh and sex. A blue/green eye
Sees lovelinesses that the soul and mind
Would wither without within. Mixed up green
And blue perceive the swelling power behind
The living ones and heavens of sadness seen.
00 My skeleton provides the hard support
0000 For soul and nerves to suffer and cavort.