One thousand poems are caught in my maw
Chatty heart oppressed by my tongue and its law
A few hundred dances reside in my bones
But I\'ve many chains for my sins to atone
A dozen songs sleeping inside of my chest
Are ruined by lungs which neglected protest
A handful of stories I\'ve carried in mind
Find hands far too restless to narrative wind
A couple of reasons are behind my eyes
To keep waking up and mystery pry
A singular flame unfettered and whole
Impossibly fills such a cavernous soul.