Writ wide in the other
Here I present our backwards landscape.
The very first stage of empathy
is abject envy. Observant you knows
your neighbor’s shoes are also yours,
but you know their shoes cost more.
Walking in them is grinding shalestone.
Ideas gradually submit to ambition,
theory to madness, youth to submission.
Your love for the other is narcissism
writ wide in the other’s contours.
How now fares our great tradition
from whence moral ponds rise stagnant?