Your hair of sunlight wheat but bleached, My mother’s bread, Or linen. Emerge from your cocoon, chrysalis Of rot, compulsory kindness, and Pity. Can you love and loathe something? You deliberate. A second, but only A second. The inner eye glances, then away, An awareness in fits and starts, Ignore it. Pick up, march to the unending battle, Life. Walk, run, fight. And then return to die again.