I'm only you reflected on the damp Earth
I'm only you reflected on an unyielding surface
As hard as it is to repudiate a life's work
It's harder still to march in a fool's parade of longing
Truth and I heard about one another from mutual friends
But we never met until this enforced old age
Goodness is measured in castration
And the practiced dullness of a saint
I'm only you as craven instinct
With the thin veneer of civilization torn away
Checking the list of a sociopath's symptoms
I don't know how to show relief
And I could always say I didn't mean to hurt you
But it would be hard to show I meant it
There's really nothing on my mind except praise of self
Push self up through hurting other people
In the aftermath of this form of cheating,
I've got something to tell you of the sadness of the caught
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