This Test of My Dignity, Constant and Irrepressible

The constant test of my pride that this all is

Sweeps itself beneath the currents as the morning stars and the other cliches in the trunk decay rapidly

Too soon and still to be seen under the rapids, too

I see I am a thief yet again

In some cultures they give me the crown

How do I bow down

The constant challenge to my dignity

That I see here all around

In love without speaking the hidden words

That the youth do not wish me to speak

That we all can dance around and see brightly

That some of you refuse to celebrate

For you are dead in your inner eyes

Without breath

And in a green sort of shade

Save your heart

There will be a scarf to wear in two-step time

I’m still at the lemon and lime stand

I’m still at hand

Grip with me

The knife

That will cut your inner eyes free

So you can see

It is not my dignity

That I am stealing

Think on it

I will

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