I once killed an ant
Later I cried
For we are the tormentors
There was a bug on my shoulder
Later I cried
I felt so much remorse
For having knocked him off of it
The nightmare is to wake up and realize that this is no nightmare
But something must be done
LIBERATION OF THE SELF-CAGED
I have seen you claim them
Their entrance into possession
With consent
I pray not for those whom you have claimed
I was told: let go, let go, let go
So I let go and take my leave
Not glancing not glaring
Though I have seen what I have seen
There much remains
I belittle no one
Mine is merely an observation of one who belittles
And those who agree to be belittled
My mind suspects itself of envy
Its suspicions are as distant from truth as my action is from my will
I am separate I am away
It was not damnation to this fate
But a gift thereof
I am belittled and judged
By the scornful eye of man
If you wonder why I walk every other day
Around these very woods
It is because as I walk my soul runs
My soul escapes
The panopticon of the overlord
For otherwise there would be no movement no separation no privacy no freedom no existence
A step is a breath
I behold the stream as it shrinks in the present drought
I am beheld and found odd and morbid
Found separate
But I have to be here I have to write
I was once falling asleep so bound to the idea
That I had forsaken my callingIt hurt
Because there is suffering
And people need to know
For we are many
I am flawed
My expression rusty and at times not what I want it to be
When I was a kid they used to call that stupidity
-Mom! What's wrong with that boy?
Sitting beside the turtle cage in the 'garten
-Oh, honey, remember not to bother him
Crazies
Crazies
Crazies
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We are many
The turtle is a friend. He understands.
This is all I could say, all I could share
But there is so much more! People need to know!
Let me deafen you with my whispers
