All My Handicaps 2022
I have to work with handicaps:
Brakes, checks, obstacles,
Scrap that traps;
Mind, the lilliputian kind.
I work on whim and lacking
Aptitudes, genetic codes,
The character to use a mode,
What can one do?
The answer may be to
Upload the tiny brain and gifts,
Sift until a tiny universe
Comes forth, impressive,
Total as symphony, intimate as lieder,
Miniature but pure.
Self is self, no matter what,
I’ve got to work with what I’ve got,
Use my limits as un-timidly
As bravery intimates,
Not rejecting what might spur;
Inadequate, but all I have to offer.
All My Handicaps 11.10.1998/recomposed 9.14.2022 Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin
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