CaconymA paronym, in fact, and something sounding similar.
And the day's narration is all so second-person
summoning the poor person to a series of
forceful blows called experience:
You, you must wake up. You, you must wake.
You start to walk. You start to think.
Inside you is all knots and thread, Outside you
is all clumsy and bumbling mistake.
And the person plods along person's line pushed by
the outside and the sun and its shade;
Done to but never doing, person continues unceasingly
through then to now and always towards wherever person's told.
You do this, you feel that.
A careful cocoon, renamed mistakenly.
