I am butter against the hot irons of your expectations

You will meet me at the bottom, where you'll see how things always have been

Before we put up the walls, and the formalities.

Space Line

I recognize you inside myself,

I have seen you before.

Come, embrace,

you are familiar.

Space Line

I move through you with the same trust I have for my hand

I delight to feel you rebound, alive, against my step, brother,

I delight in the pinpricks of your raindrops, sister.

Even when I stumble, I descend only to your hearth.

Space Line

I have lived in subjugation before.

I have had masters.

I have worked in your fields, your factories.

It's only because of our past that I'm happy.

My freedom only satiates me because you once held it.

Space Line

I recall both sides of the chase.

I acknowledged my predator with familiarity. I am only annoyed.

When you're hunted, do not say that you are forsaken,

For we are of the same flesh and blood.