If it's a crime that
you hang in my eyes,
twisting hard swung
in my mind and heart;
If it's a crime that you
make of me art, a museum
sprawl of fixed statues and
portraits of me caught reacting,
as you play your part;
If it's a crime
that you've commandeered
every ounce of my language
and meaning, and tongue;
I pronounce in this case:
the whole wide world,
not guilty! By reasons insane,
and a sentence:
deserved,
but
unwon.
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