On Norms

I can feel this world resting
Restlessly, beneath my
Knees.
Like a clamour destined to despair
It outreaches, clings
Then retreat.
I can feel this world praying
Faithfully, for the turn
Of my face
All this knowledge of this world
All these signals that pointed north
Have their eyes widened
Their faces reddened
For the might that
Thought I could be conquered
Doesn’t feel mighty
At all.

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