a barren sea swells
inside the contour cage
pale grey bars withhold
the burning dancer
in his dismal cell
his inflamed steps
skip across the roaring waves
a stone skipped many years ago
that ambles on its path
along the tips of lapping liquid
dancer dares not to escape
dares not to scorch his
flame drenched skin on the cage
hollow bones of the
fallen messenger bar his flight
engulfed in ruined desires
he can only flow to and fro
to appease the gluttonous fires
sighs exhale upon the heated stage
fanning the fame
in the dancer's mind does he see
the steps laying behind
his fear-inspired course
in the dancer's mind does he hear
the tears that tap upon
his soul's window...
pain, an overstayed companion
he has yet to bid farewell to
burn, ignited in a chance
gone feral from best intent
he dances in the contour cage
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