I could have been the woolly Einstein, the genius keening at the stars,
the earthly power to devour all kind allegiance, unbound art.
Nefarious phases of the moon I could have harnessed, could have dazzled,
wowed, created spellbound trust.
Showed how to handle disruption and monsters, wild and unruly,
tamed with my mind.
I should have been the mad scientist, harbouring a supportive spouse in my shade.
Parented remotely, aloof with all answers, but no time to wonder, observe or listen.
And when knives have fallen, when chips have been laid,
asunder we surrender and wonder anew:
where power was parcelled, where prospects cut off.
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