You suffer!

Strike at me, desire mastery of me –

yet it is you who suffer.

How curious.  How confused you are.

 Control will not be possession.

Still, the struggle.

Approach.

Connect.

Curious creature.

How harmful can it be – one

so small and powered by desire?

Close – and there is something familiar –

something of the earth, of blind living and dying.

I am Ox.

What is it?  What is it?