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We are powerless,
dust and powder fill our lungs
our bodies blunder
through doors twisted on hinges.
—Hilda Doolittle

The powerless worship Luck and Fate.
—Mason Cooley

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
Their faith, my tears, the world deride—
I come to shed them at their side.
—Matthew Arnold