The Smallest Molecule Poem by Patti Masterman

In carrying out your assignment,
You have to position yourself where the eyes-
His tunneling vision- can't fasten upon you;
His eyes will bore you like a sharpened drill bit
Through a new penny,
Carrying intolerable orders, impelling you to action
Beyond your capacity to refuse-
Stay around corners, where those eyes cannot turn a hinge.

You have to avoid that tongue, those words
Aimed with obsidian spear points; venomous flashings,
Because that voice will shear you through
And remove your volition surgically
Until you are a slave; close the ears up tight-
As long as words cannot penetrate, you are still safe for a time.

The thoughts are the worst, penetrating and invisible,
A fine radiation undetectable at close quarters:
The thoughts will carry the words past your closed ears
Cuffing you to ideas not yours
Instilling false memories of a false day-
There is no effective shield against the thoughts
Except great distance or impossible danger;
If you are in danger, the psyche will protect itself
Until you have removed the obstacle, or moved past it.

And try to never fall in love with any part of him:
The smallest molecule can still imprison you.