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SILENCE, CONTAGIOUS
Oh the things spent
on other things to be gained
Words
Money
Childhood
In seeking a wisdom
lies the a priori knowledge
of hurting
and being hurt
To walk is to shed skin
and to mark the path
To mourn and with love
all the more
In becoming a kid again
older than previously
A kid who knows what to spend
for all these other things and when
Hours
Silence
Himself
Love, contagious
from one kid to another
You don’t have to give up anything anymore, someone whispers
The kid thinks this could be God, a friend, a lover,
might as well be her mother,
or the kid Himself,
looking through an antique mirror
Ooh and in my long limited days
I think of how much I loove all of you
03.22
