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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