More Fitting

I understand nothing,
Least of all myself.
I seek only . . .
For what do I know?
I own no control,
I own only what I know.
I am poor out of my doings,
For I don't know.
What is not there
At one time existed.
Why did it end?
Why, dammit!?
I deserve no answers
For in myself am I inflicted.
For in myself am I indulgent;
A poor excuse for . . .


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