Impossible, I’ve heard it said,
To think one’s way into the head
Of anything that isn’t me:
To be the being of a bee,
To know the notions of a newt –
Impossible. Beyond dispute.
It may be so. I won’t object:
It worsens when I introspect,
For then I’m lucky when I can
Impersonate the mind of man.

Seth Braver
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