I scarce esteem the business of a name
Time and being, too closely knelt –
To be somebody is surely
A bondage, as a play, the debts
Of somebody else’s keeping
In some spaces, imprisonment
With other co-conspirators, sweet
I scarce esteem my time on the Earth
Less with my comrades
Few and far-between though they call –
Bring my past despair, those
Bands of spice, talks or reckoning
So I may take flight from these
Boundaries of sense-in-pain
For consciousness is thus sandwiched
Between Eternity and time, and others
I can do without time and Eternity
Enough to be at heart with beloveds.
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Wuji Seshat 