Tamed
By blame, your cacophony makes me a harmony,
As you can see, happy.
I'm a simple enough equation:
Enough for them, enough of that.
I combine in snatches, in smatterings
I do not know but am told I am composed of.
I'm told I am remote, well,
That's not a judgement any more
Than you calling me a pig;
What matters is relation.
At the farthest reaches of understanding,
Past the yes,
One has nothing to show; lacking belief, lacking a soul,
One can only murmur a silent "I know" and turn a head,
Because, at the point where distance is overcome,
Distance begins, the cards are on the table
But one can't compare the hands.
They are different brands, in different realms.
