There has been in sympathetic circles
much mention of empathy
and little of sympathy.
Empathy goes within.
Sympathy is with. The difference
is miasmic. I guess I feel empathy
only with dogs and cattle,
and sympathy mainly with plants
and horribly-afflicted humans.
Either I am a sociopath, or other people
are self-congratulating fantasists.
(Both might, of course, be true.)
Sycosis is an inflammation of beard follicles
which, along with my permanent
beard-dandruff and minor
but more-permanent psychoses,
I have had from time to time,
once even on Corfu.
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