long fallen men, their
ideas and theories possess you -
like parasitic insects.
Can't you open your eyes?
Past-dwelling is for authors -
leave it to them, young boy, let
them decide who to care for, whose
seeds to be planted in nurturing soil
of your mind.
I may be blind, but hear me speak
and you will know that
long ago, I was one.
One of the fallen.
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