Looms a sense of unsteadiness
Your power made credible by the world
Mine affected by the exercise of it
Our common knowledge of the world
Unaware of its exclusionary practices
I understand
I am on a slippery ground
Yet nailed to a reality you created
You own what’s offered by the world
I am one of them, you say
You can practice detachment being one from the world
I remain tied to meanings and consequences
Our journey together in this world
Viable in the absence of a scale to measure differences
It’s a matter of perspective
Yes, it is
As afforded temporally and spatially