The Smallest Molecule

In carrying out your assignment, You have to position yourself where the eyes- His tunneling vision- can't fasten upon you; His eyes will bore you like a sharpened drill bit Through a new penny, Carrying intolerable orders, impelling you to action Beyond your capacity to refuse- Stay around corners, where those eyes cannot turn a hinge. You have to avoid that tongue, those words Aimed with obsidian spear points; venomous flashings, Because that voice will shear you through And remove your volition surgically Until you are a slave; close the ears up tight- As long as words cannot penetrate, you are still safe for a time. The thoughts are the worst, penetrating and invisible, A fine radiation undetectable at close quarters: The thoughts will carry the words past your closed ears Cuffing you to ideas not yours Instilling false memories of a false day- There is no effective shield against the thoughts Except great distance or impossible danger; If you are in danger, the psyche will protect itself Until you have removed the obstacle, or moved past it. And try to never fall in love with any part of him: The smallest molecule can still imprison you.