I

know myself I
say to my
self so I
cannot be

led astray. Led
astray I say I
know myself more
fully now so I

cannot be made
to do some-
thing I as
an other

wld never
do. But I
did it. Didn’t I
do it. It wasn’t

me to do such
a thing or believe
such a thing I
tell myself as I

look carefully into
the only mirror I
am given—my
self in there—me

looking carefully &
hard. I am honest in
my looking I
think as I see

someone else in there

opening, will in their
eyes wild like a sail
in the wind, wind
rising now as I

look in, be-
wildered. The old
gentleness where is
it. I put my hand

to my face but it
touches glass. Where
is my body to
guide me I

think. I tap at
the prisoner in
there, is that the
schoolroom, the

blank in the lesson,
is that my soul
gradually by its ten
thousand adjustments

to its own in-
creasing absence opening
too far. Is it blind. I
tap my face which is

gone on the glass which is
not gone. Don’t stop
I hear my mind hiss,
don’t stop for

anything.