I Can Relate

I cannot predict, I often miss wit In subltle sharp twists -- That in words, you show my sublimition. With sudden jest I remember, I read Prufrock; I feel relieved -- at least I can relate. I feel stuffy and calm; I feel proud in my limitation. At least for the time being. I cannot be "a beacon of light" I am not a part of that civiliztion, That "exterminate all the brutes". I cannot write a paper And sit in the cooled seminar rooms; Showing the glowing face to the learned audiance. I read prufrock I can relate.