I CANNOT
I cannot just disengage you - it's all too important
for that. By other means, I extend a hand and learn
the reaching out that blind men know. I am drifting
like slumber in a dream - unsourced and without
claim, just present. I have nothing to fall back upon;
the circular apron of the sky and the heavens wouldn't
know me if I called, and the constant selection of the
Earth itself - well, that just barely tolerates me already.
So, logically, I am adrift. Lugubrious in my sad, brown
energy. Looking around, I see I share so much with so
many others, yet - between us - no one understands
a thing. No, no one understands a thing.
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