Heart of hearts and life of lives,
Flowing through the trees and sky,
You who leave me under hanging knives,
With knots unknotted and the unlied lie,
I keep you close, closer than love.
Writers write and dancers dance,
Freeing the spirit like a fledgling dove;
I’ll pay you everything in advance.
Give me liberty. Spare me pain.
Embrace novelty; bind it with a chain.
You are what you are, real and in art,
The wonder keeping stars apart.
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