How tremulous is life, how candid our internals To think is to have a mind, and minds can be read While complexity brings privacy, the distance can be vulnerabilizing To see another is to recognize that which unites sentience But without comprehension We have endless dissention How careless, how stupid. How vain and obscene. To hold another in your mind rent free Even worse is to bear us, to endless despairs Keep dreaming, kid. Compassion can be reflective in ways that are freeing Don't condemn us as defective and we can end our fleeing