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Dance of the Caged

You and I do an uncertain something
(pretend desires, sufficiently agreeable to nihilism)
to prove the virtues of self-destruction.

Myself I counter power with arguments,
speak figuratively of this desperation;
in the community of ruin I smash my belief
in the good old nothing of my feminine emancipation.

Time lost, knowledge opposed,
I betray the impulse of my spirit
(void of autonomy, a caged animal,
ashamed and raging at myself).