These days anything seems likely to happen–
Donne’s star would be caught and all
mandrakes declared parents.
Even now I kept hoping you would
finally be human—realize others bleed
and your myopathy healed.
But self is such a cruel master
and all the sacrificed years
flow like silt from the Nile
After springtime rains.
This says so much and it resonates…ah, the human condition.
I can so relate, the human experience. Great!!
Thank you so much!