The Soul-woman within me
should be resting
in my sacral cradle.
Make her mystic meals
in the abdominal cavity
and do her life's work
right here from the heart.
But she is not
She is held captive
high up in the tower
past its ivory gates
I'll have to drive my dragon-bike
from Chicago to L.A.
breaking barriers to set her free
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