“I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automation,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like a thistle down hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the/ hands would spill me.
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me
Otherwise kill me.”
