The principal of proximity

His lackluster footsteps
How did they happen?

How did it happen?

It was a mistake
More simple than pure

If the child is
Accidental,
The child will still grow

Maybe like a tree

Maybe like a virus

But the child will still grow.

Will they say he created his hate?
Will they say his hate created him?

And who are they
Anyway?

Will he meditate-
His frame silhouetted
By game show marathons?

And afterwards

Will he feel the breeze
Like it felt on infant skin?

Will he feel the pulse of the earth
And grow sick with each passing day?

Maybe he’s asking the wrong questions

But really-

Who is he anyway?