O reckless traveler, have you exchanged your shame afresh?
Perhaps also your creatureliness and otherness for a chemical mirror?
You shall no longer fall under this spell
Or believe their lies
It is necessarily sad
You cannot choose yourself for world-survival
For it then dawns upon you one day
When no one glimpses into you
And the fear of immortality
Seems rather unbearable
Untenable, unmiserable and unchoosen
You wish to paint a black spot on your eye
That encounters more than it searches
Right in the middle
Desirably estranged by pangs of birth
That bring no thing into the world
But transform you
Into the nightly navigator
No longer able to locate Orion
Or Aurora
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