Burning sensations for security,
Sometimes seem to choke out loves whims.

But what are walls without gold?
Purified by missteps and misguided muses.

Wander and wait through mistake and mistrial.
For these are the ways to treasure and trove.

Does loves step exceed its balance?
And if it does, are your broken bones courage?

Does a wheelchair qualify masculinity?
And if it does, can sacrifice fill voids of pursuit and passion?

Are rewards sweeter than iron mined?
And if it is, does her smile refine?
And if it does, how brightly I'll glow as

The toilet unclogger
The listener
The trash picker
The door opener
The shoe shiner
The feet washer

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