WHAT HAVE I LOST?
There are so many different facets on this
very difficult diamond : I am fascinated by
the shimmer and light. Yet, I find no intrinsic
value in the fate of this object and game.
All those different words they use - the
gamut, the beleaguered, the shame of the loss.
I don't understand a one. And I am so afraid
of losing it all. Without a voice, I am nothing.
It seems as though, once you lose track, you
can never get it back. The light-sabre across the
table - a piercing source of brightness coming
in through the window - it now wants all of
my attention but I will not give it over.
I am doing other things. Please just
leave me be.