The Red Poppy

    The great thing

    is not having

    a mind. Feelings：

    oh， I have those； they

    govern me. I have

    a lord¹ in heaven

    called the sun， and open

    for him， showing him

    the fire of my own heart， fire

    like his presence².

    What could such glory be

    if not a heart？ Oh my brothers and sisters，

    were you like me once， long ago，

    before you were human？ Did you

    permit yourselves

    to open once， who would never

    open again？ Because in truth

    I am speaking now

    the way you do. I speak

    because I am shattered