many arms reaching out in a dance of anger
summoning up the spirits that tortured my youth
for a handful of rice, a roof, a place in line
inconspicuous collusion
lending my weight
to support the grand illusion
stretching towards Prometheus
to burn my tasking master
seduced until i succumb
dancing with the diva
to the prayers of Shiva
i surrender
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