From Grace
       

I may force the soul into nakedness.

I may lead the soul around on a leash.

I may dress the soul in women's underwear.

Which part don't you understand?

I did not win the Hemingway look-alike contest again this year.

I could pass for the Polish President & Prime Minister, I think.

I've painted myself into a corner here, away from the cobalt galaxies.

For another, I've cut a door in the wrong wall to get away.

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from Take Your Hand Out of My Pocket, Shiva
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