I am dumb—
you caught me eating beach sand
while steak lay warm upon the table.
Now my teeth crumble into castles,
the tide reclaiming what I tried to build.

Youth once begged: raise your empire!
I—old sentinel of my own soul—have learned
haters see, though blind, lovers, blind, still see.

There stays an emptiness I never filled;
the sensitive, they see too much,
and the poor dine richly in their sleep.
I weep bolts of lightning—
for laughter once made the universe,
and in that bright convulsion we were born.

We were so young—
time itself still unborn—
when a few of us dared the dark,
seeking the womb where life invents itself.

I stay dumbfounded
by free will—
we all possess it,
yet never choose.

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