you are no slumbering mutt,

hobbled by a hidden heritage and a

pitiful past.

 

you are no errant scapegoat,

another guilty verdict

whose shame is worn on the

face and felt in the

suffering of its stilted soul.

 

you are no vile villain,

some decollated veronica 

slain and cast aside and

buried among the mud and

mildew of a flooded

meadow.

 

you are no quantum dud.

no:

you are you:

a beauteous,

bright, blind seacreature

winging it through vast seas,

bleak seas.

if only you could see you, you.