Some mythology was made to order
for me, some was not. I won’t hold myself back
when I come to the border
between these; instead, I cross.
I’m an ignorant bastard mostly
so it’s not a graceful passage. I toss
my baggage over the wall
so I have everything, then drag
my privileged carcass over. At once, I feel small.
Short of that, though, I’m game to see
what’s what though I don’t yet know where this is
or how it gets along without me.
Dark Matter 
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