How could we ever bring ourselves
To address you directly, as if you were
One of us, when you can’t be, as if
You had an essence and boundaries,
When you never did, as if we did not
Name you into being, even though we know
You can easily swallow any thousand of us
Forever in your hold? Unlike an angel, a god,
A fairy, a demon, you are actually there,
But you don’t care. Sliver of everything,
Instantiation of the endless facts of waves,
Themselves instantiations of the endless
Finities of change, you are what we are,
What we aren’t, what we want. You’re not
A you at all, and we should not address you.
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