| Left without Language How much separates 'Uh huh' and 'Huh uh'? What is the separation like between 'worthy' and 'vile'? What humans fear cannot not be feared. Futile! Not focused yet. The crowd festive --like enjoying an Easter picnic or on an Easter sunrise hike. I, alone, am placid--it's portent not yet clear. Like an infant not yet a baby. Languorous! Like having no refuge. The crowd all have plenty I alone treat it as loss. Mine is the heart-mind of the stupid, indeed. Indiscriminate! People of custom are lustrous, I alone am dull. People of custom are critically discriminating; I alone obfuscate. Bland! It's like the ocean; drifting! like I have no place to stop. The crowd all have the-capacity-to and I alone am dallying and wanton. I alone am different from humans, and value nursing at Mother's breast. |
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