Your Personal Boundaries Protect The Inner Core

No Wonder Of It: Sheer Plod Makes Plough Down Sillion Shine, And Blue-bleak Embers, Ah My Dear, Fall, Gall Themselves, And Gash Gold-vermilion.

Horrible To Say, In A Manner I Am A Communist.

Glory Be To God For Dappled Things.

Elected Silence, Sing To Me And Beat Upon My Whorlèd Ear, Pipe Me To Pastures Still And Be The Music That I Care To Hear.

Your Personal Boundaries Protect The Inner Core Of Your Identity And Your Right To Choices.