From the Antics

Stepping down from the antics,

Of daily life and violent hate,

The obscure penance I pay,

The side glances and frames,

That others place on me,

Want from me,

As if I owe a debt,

I'll look forward to dancing in,

What makes me the best,

In all my elegance and state,

Of learning and life.

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