Growth
what is the want to see the mere want the stars had shown the skies it was
natural
beautiful instinctual furiously magnificently passionately honestly maniacally
delicious in it's vicious vulnerability it's capability to border humility with irony &
maintain dignity. it is not wrong as they once said to sing a song to sing with the
dead it doesn't matter what they read they're blood is forever red fascinating
taking
something as wicked as ignorance & from it shaping understanding.
understatement
shaking hence the bridges are all breaking & the mothers are all taking their
children
far away, it wasn't what i would say what you could say how i could never say
anything
more than nothing, how nothing remains always the wrong word. i taught them
taking
time breaking line it was all good if it felt like it should & freedom breaches
boundaries
teaches real things & is your own to keep. what a heap of nonsense the parents
all
said in sequence blowing me down like the fragile castle of cards i was i was
blown
away in all the buzz i was given what i got.
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