But I Was Not Made

I Open The Door Of The Cell And Go. I Am So Bowed I Only See My Feet, If I Open My Eyes, And Between My Legs A Little Trail Of Black Dust. I Say To Myself That The Earth Is Extinguished, Though I Never Saw It Lit.

I Use The Words You Taught Me. If They Don't Mean Anything Any More, Teach Me Others. Or Let Me Be Silent.

Against The Charitable Gesture There Is No Defence.

Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye But Who Knows What The Ostrich Sees In The Sand.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.