your greatness too immense
and Marcus my defenceless tears
I don’t know and it doesn’t matter if there was ever an age of light and learning. Mine is ended. I pursued letters across the floor, through soup and finally on walls and paper everywhere. My two teachers were tireless. Years before I went to school, my mother’s wisdom was endless, my father’s justice inexplicable. I never could cry down the classroom demagogues. Since then I have sought the simple republic in the love and politics of the one world, never at home. Utopia. Me Tarzan.