Contact
with the outer world, such as insects caught in the midst
Of
metamorphoses or pollywogs discovering their legs,
May lead
to embarrassments, if you haven’t kept a proper list
Of all
your own accomplishments hanging from some wooden pegs.
You
ought also to consider creating inner worlds,
For
instance, little bubbles of dream caught in the early dawn.
When you
want to crawl away, before the raunchy worms
Lie down
to copulate, and linger on the sunny lawn
Of your
own childishness, or streaks of aspiration
Spewed
across your gardens of rationality,
You
cannot hide from consciousness, and shun
The
stains with blushing disavowals. So we
Engage
with our own selves behind the public faces,
Furtively
as toddlers try tying up their laces.
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