electromagnetic krylon

(my existential whatever-art demands
i’m always drawn 8 ways, 8 directions)
(for those wondering:
scholar, poet,
priest, warrior,
mentor, comrade,
entertainer, punisher)
(my appearance, as received by your retinas, is
spottled skin over a tan skeleton, like a mannequin
piloted ‘round your human world by an octopus brain,
a mollusk that’d lost its shell in evolution, a rather fragile
& water-fluid creature that survives only by its intelligence)
(note: predators surround me always; with no one to help me,
i must always learn quickly because i’m never expected to live
as long as i’d long to)

(my species is largely yet not totally antisocial)
(we reach maturity when we renounce the world
to embrace our nature) (many of you,
seemingly friendly, have tons more
capacity for cruelty than you realize)

(the most painful thing i’d had to give up
is good conversation, more satisfying than
a best meal) (there’s no one available or
qualified or entitled or worthwhile or
meaningful to talk to because,
i’ve repeated myself to your world so many times)

(i’m often too tired to croak another word)
(i’m happiest when alone yet never lonely)
(i’m unhappiest when lonely while surrounded)
(i wish to never again compete or fight)
(i wish to be my own best influence)
(i wish for more peace everywhere
– but preferably not at the cost of my own)

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~A.