In my little fortress

in my little fortress I dance

In my little fortress I dance wildly

i dance alone

i dance mildly

like a rat i snivel upon the corners

of my constituency of sympathy

 

they are the corners of a loneliness

that seeks the joy of itself

as only alone

is as free

as free is nothing but yourself and god

 

A god within which i dance,

within which i dance round,

as if my soul hung loosely about

My vibrating torso

flung closely inside

writhing limbs of uncertain

in movements

o f origin

 

But certain is the thought of an original act

without presentiment

I found

I dance

without audience

I find hope to fear no folly

in my little fortress I dance

In my little fortress I dance wildly…

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