i could have had siblings,
and turned out less... quirky...
but then Chernobyl happened...
and it was like...
either we keep one,
or we breed another,
     hapless limb-McKenzie;
i.e.?
   i'm not a solipsist by nature,
or choice,
  rather...
             a scare...
                  given that atheism
already knows that god,
or, "god", has solipsism ingrained
in "its" ontological architecture....
   and...
       wasn't Kant who revitalißed
the concern for dialectics?
why pin down Hegel as originator?
     i've moved past conversational
english in compositional parameters...
       alles ist abstrakt...
     there's conversational english,
which i retain...
   but compositional english?
  sorry...
                        there's an automated
hindering herr zensor in place...
                      conversational english
is for english people...
     my english?
           they don't teach in the native
high-schools;
also known as
     schattenzungepuppenspiel...
and i know how the ancient Saxons
love their compounding of words,
   how they loath the French deviance
from diacritical markers -
how they eat up consonant syllables,
and how they loath,
English shrapnel,
  and the hyphenation, intra-words...
guess this sort of ontology,
perpetrates, a central european
bias against the outliers -
Mc for the catholic in scotland...
Mac for the protestant
           under the guise of Knox.
so look, at the Chinese predicament of
the weight of my predicament
behind me... wavering and counter-instigating
a perspective...
of being a mono- guise of
reproductive structuring...
        if only Chernobyl didn't happen...
i'm sure that my mother
would have been more ballsy to
allow me a younger brother, or sister...
        i guess...
   i managed to figure out the solo...
more than, those forced to play
out the siblings orchestration...
oh i compete, to the death,
with my first acquired sibling...
mein schatten.