by Emily Dickinson
384
No Rack can torture me-
My Soul-at Liberty-
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One-
You cannot prick with saw-
Nor pierce with Scimitar-
Two Bodies-therefore be-
Bind One-The Other fly-
The Eagle of his Nest
No easier divest-
And gain the Sky
Than mayest Thou-
Except Thyself may be
Thine Enemy-
Captivity is Consciousness-
So's Liberty.
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