He sits in the corner
\non the floor,
\nwith his knees up.
\nHe peeks over them.
\nWatches me.
\nOf all the incomprehensibles
\nI am the worst.
\nThe universe does not know
\nwhat to do with him.
\nI do not know what to do with him.
\nHe seems unaware of pain,
\nbut his eyes have the brightness
\nof tears,
\nof fascination.<\/p>\n
He is unmarked by time.
\nJust a boy,
\ndetermined to stay where he is.
\nOf course he will die.
\nAs soon as I wake
\nhe will be gone.
\nThere is nothing I can do
\nto budge him from his place,
\nexcept thank him for his imagination,
\nand mourn where he stays.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He sits in the corner on the floor, with his knees up. He peeks over them. Watches me. Of all the incomprehensibles I am the…<\/p>\n