Modality Of Self - Poem by Elena Goldenberg
I might seek for a form to fit me in
Or might I just fall apart?
For blisters to hurt, to burn and grin
I might care to hold my part.
May I watch my way in a mirror frame
Or would it be just a start?
For lovers to love and for death no shame
I might care to play my card.
I should mind to be wise in search for sin
Or must I just stand my guard?
Unless it's a heart for the prize you win
I might care to cast the dart.
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