The Like

No more do I hate myself

Than do I love these

Stone foundations,

Which I need not see to believe in,

And by whose image

I recall my own nature

As derivative and divided.

Living here now as

One who is expected to understand

And do as my like,

For whom there is no accounting…

I call out lovingly, in paradoxical concern,

As they are my like.


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