I understand very little

but the hordes coming

behind me know so much


I admire them and fear them

perhaps a few have kinship to me

are baffled as I was, as I am


I count myself fortunate

to see the light that I see,

to see by my own lights


The illusion of ownership

barely lingers in me, I belong

to my body, not the reverse


There is tenderness for what

is and can be easily abolished.

The dark of violence frightens me


The hordes coming behind me

know so much, but do not yet

know how little it is, we are

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