I want to know what is important to you;
I want to know how you think,
Because it is important to me.
No – that is not true.
I know how you think.
It rings in my ears like low-tongued bells.

I stay near you even as you harm me
With your snake-like ferocity,
Which never warns of its need to strike,
Because I have been blessed with a clarion curiosity
Which seeks to glean root-like the differences
Between the one of me and the many of you.



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