An Intrinsic Exquisite

to create

something out of nothing

teaches me the somethingness inherent in nothing

and the nothingness inhering in all somethings


I find I am not
suited to your purposes

I find that I no longer
can recognize my own

I thrash in my thinking
about the hopelessness

of my position
I cringe in relation

to the bullies
surrounding me

I so long
for a tender

of my struggles

a kind word
instead of a harsh

is it possible that everything

about me could have been so very
wrong that you needed to
annihilate my validity

what warrants your behavior?