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And with its silly pride, the babe crawls,
to its mother’s flesh,
And once again I choke —

On Myself.


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The willful child plays a game of

hide and seek

-- on the edges of my collarbone it tiptoes;

on the fragility of my skeleton it tickles;

on the tenderness of my heart it nibbles.

On the lucky occasion it rests,

I breathe and, I'm

Peaceful.

Sometimes it sneaks into this sanctuary where

-- unlike itself -- there is an order;

It guides the trajectory of thoughts,

and gives them the power of certainty

the same one a rock has

even when its carelessly thrown;

The child laughs and whispers, How foolish you are,

to believe you are more than You.

you are merely a tool masters use.

you, they use to protect something

Precious.

And with its silly pride, the babe crawls,

to its mother's flesh,

And once again I choke --

On Myself.

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