The speed of life

Now that our one-to-one TRC is done
no cameras, counselors, note-takers, translators and the archbishop,
I thank you for asking that we speak.

Now as we speed away in different directions, again
without cameras, counselors, note-takers, translators and the archbishop,
I ask for silence.
I cannot bear your piercing echoes:

           I am sorry
I didn’t know
I simply don’t understand how I could have been so self-absorbed
It’s so out of character
It feels so long ago, so unclear

I just wish to pace through my journey at the regular speed of life, forever
with no cameras, counsellors, note-takers, translators and the archbishop.

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