If I could assign roles
I should be able to solidify the distance between us,
Leaving behind specimens of noble savages
Needing to be maintained and dusted.
They’re not contagious,
Touching is not required, but suggested.
I can attribute beautiful simplicity
And profound ignorance to biographical sketches.
What must not be done is listen,
And know how slim the separation.
Nor should I hear a compound thought
For that might assail my defenses.
I encourage their journey,
But return to my enclosure
When evening comes,
As darkness may dissolve barriers.
They are not of my place
And the walls were not built to be scaled.
Like Sisyphus, they may reach
But can not hold or share this space.
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