I've frozen myself, my lesser parts
I remember years of being whole
An animal in a society
I've collared and perfumed myself now
There is a way to look, I do
Partitioned, a figure
The orators have perfected
Having established a character,
Honeys have drained
from geometry and frames
All I remember are the caves
of an ancestor
of my mission
-ary present,
Vacuous since they were flooded out--
Graves of a softer man's blood
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