ears of a parent bruised /sleep deprived
the need of others is its own desire
youth in a spin burns out cars and friends
the need exhausts both far and near
till time and age are anchors
through the mindfield,random eyes survive
alive to the nuance of what is required
to make it though another day for night
to even be here is a huge delight/
there are no guarantees/no safety net
what follows next is questions,marked
elders rich experience
becoming emotionally inarticulate
back to baby cries each night
and in between,chewing memories
it is this moment on which we feed
grist for the ever turning mill
into the sea (from which we came)
the deepest species never had a name
that is why they sing
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