Why am I too tolerant of intolerance
Why would I Now rather only have
Myself than any other, any others.
I sit never still, sleep even tosses
Me. Myself, I’ve some romantic
Notions, yet left others so alone.
I’ve let others grow beyond me:
I’ve given up on no one, know
Every human perspective’s
Worth, Given unto none.
O, all else’s abundant
Reproach leaves
Us here as me
Me as in
Me
