not quite so closed a little creature
as those who choke on faith
who spit and shrug behind a door
windowless of chance,
to keep out change with wind and rain
for feet refused to dance
again.
Good poetry. Nietzsche has his Zarathustra claim he could not worship a God who didn’t know how to dance! Only in the letting go, in the relaxing of our defenses against the use and abuse we all experience, can we find the ecstatic joy of unconditional love.