You are talking to someone who has nothing to lose.
I am, and all my parts remain immutably mine.
You are speaking to the possessor of gifts
too numerous to name, to a mind which can't hesitate
to produce at full speed before going to waste,
a brain that's recently learned there is a deadline
for all contributions to the great concept, humanity.

I have broken all bonds with the ordinary.
I offer a measure of understanding beyond
the emotional experience of reality.
You are talking to someone who has already died
in a greater sense and leads a greater life.
I will sing my way to the camps. Hold the tiny hands
that cling to me as if to something more divine than man.