illusion of mastery the boy could not
sustain. now you have no image, no
recollection of incidents, people,
humiliations, that showed you how
small, absurd you were--
but as if, in all things human hegemony
breeds loathing
soon all you can see is that the dependent,
hungry, rage-ridden
brain you inhabit
is not a lens, not a prism you have
flawlessly honed that transmits
light, but this suffocating
bubble that encases you, partial, mortal,
stained with the creature that created it.
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