Restless but Destructive Intellect

Knowing how
questioning is
the death of magic,
I can't help it.

I wonder why you chose me,
thinking it is some practical thing
human worth being like the worth of cows.
I never knew there was a market.

I am not demanding, too reduced to ask
which is a kind of perverse advantage in a man.
I am pretty enough to present in public
but not pretty enough to know it.