Tonight, tonight, my plans I make:
to spin real hair
from all this useless strawman’s gold,
a child of my own
instead of stealing someone
else’s. To call myself
a man, a sham, a king, a liar.
To plant my feet firm
into this earth, and split the sky.
To dance and wish around this fire
and quietly chant my name
until there’s nothing left but my
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