I can only watch
The world from here
Draw it in
To my magic circle
Piece by piece
Undo its contradictions
Structure, pattern it
Lay it out before me
In my cell.
I am not a conqueror
No traveller
I sit here and peer
At whatever comes my way
I draw it in
To my prison cell
Like a petty thief
Stella Trevin
March 1994
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