On my way to Thebes
I was driven to an oracle
who guaranteed a total recall
of all the things of which
I had long lost control.
The seer sort reminded me
Of a good chunk of the life
I had had before being tossed
all about, then told I would go blind,
whom I should marry.
I said, don’t waste your time, my old
man, I am no goat,
just like everything else
you are just another voice
talking inside my head.
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