What was it, on that first day?
That drew me to you,
As the mouse to cheese?
Or is it the fish to bait?
Am I the one trapped
By your decapitating hook?
Will you reel me in?
Or let me go free?
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These rivers I have swam for years,
Fighting against the angry tide.
Shall I cry over my anguished fate?
No.
For at least I am under the greatest of masters.
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1/17/97