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.