I promise this has a point

see this Child out where

once You sang remembered

songs about that ten-days Call

Me i’ll sing too.

we think ourselves Heroic walkers in sound.

i see Your angled lip

it bears evidence of Wiles.

watch us Move and exist

exist and – Faster

old Now and tired then

gone.  the child is still there For

not Fear so much as a warm boredom towards our faces.

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