ReTurn, Write Be yourself! Get them out there To be seen! (He said to himself) Dance-floor Harry him outOnto the dance-floor!Hound her too!Get them to let go,Life widen, break ice! Drag me screaming to my notebook,Ankles bruised.Tomorrow I’ll be polishing or sweeping broken ice,Carving wordsOut ofAnd intoLife. Drag me out,The lines may even dance. Dreamed…