Morning came unbidden with br chained thoughts, slaved to br this white page...it speaks to br me in whispered secret silence. br br Which words am I allowed to write, br for I, like you, start and end in... br silence. Between, is the madness br of poetry and its dance...dance for me. br br Am I not in the harem of the world... br in mysterious darknesses of corners... br veiled ancientnesses beckoning, teasing... br in the dewdropp of a buttercup... br br wrapped in cotton candy circuses br of words ferris wheeling, until, poetic br ride taken, alight in dizzyness, silence. br Leaving chained words on white pages br br Of poetry...finished, br Done. br br Strains of silent music... br the dance begins again.