Fool

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    Fool

    Path of personal injury, I slip my fingers within the flames.
    Dare I touch the embers, tantalize, my rebel hands refuse.
    You are a snare, I open wide my eyes and step…
    Into the danger, the threat that willingly I chose.

    Choice of damage, I place my fate upon your alter.
    If I sacrifice, dare I… I must know what I do it for.
    Within the crystal face of betrayals mirrored water….
    I baptize my soul and confront the traitor’s shore.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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