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May this envy be contagious?

These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?

I might recon that is so,

Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.

Four corners set each way, 
And I still sit in the box. 
The left could sin me, 
Right could win me, 
Front or back could block. 
I could become a famous tool, 
Or infamously triumph, 

Move onwardly,

My dear,

Daring to caress the further is worth nothing,

If not understood first. 

So dream abruptly,

Do not fall asleep as if it were welcomed,

But let it frighten your soul.

There is a quiet now that was not before,

Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.

A quiet that only came after the screams.

Those screams although painful were necessary,

Who am I if not you?

What smile would I wear if not yours,

What name would I bear if you had not said it so,

Which questions would I ask if not for your answering,

Which colors would I crave?

Within me there is an unrelinquished and defiant need to be beautiful.

The beauty that isn’t portrayed through someone who must see.

Nor even by lights set most dim.

My beauty isn’t spun or turned,