Let me now in this dusk shed the smarm of expectation not to see how you see me but to see your nakedness and bless it with my ignorance. Let me take this child's hand through the corridors of indifference freed of his devices, sentient beyond imagining and sham of rehearsal, blank, silent as one looking out to sea after a hard slog over dunes, clothed in awe, dumbstruck, desperate worshipper for whom death is an anticlimax.