You Don’t Know What You’re Doing

How do you want me to be? I was born
Nowhere and typically
Unfeeling, pretending to enjoy sunsets, wellness
And, whilst seeking shade, plus a grazed knee: I acknowledge our curses.

The likes of me—the like of my type—
Will not be found again until they—the wanderers
Of in-sickness-and-in-health stop with their
Social graces and let us get on with our surface vocabulary.

It is fun—and there is no guarantee for how it stirs; but
Believe me:
this        is        the        same
as        the        old        centuries.
They again (the imagined! The hidden! Ref!): they cannot stop you.