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Detonation
What are you afraid of?
In this time of freedom, you learned to shake the beads of sweat off of your face,
Your mouth open, jumping, laughing, loving life.
You realized the liberty in knowing end.
The fear of mistakes?
Was gone. The choices were simple, No shame in being human. Even gawkers are human, or they wouldn’t find it funny. Be honest, now you can find it funny too. What are you afraid of?
A crow should caw to the West of me, and I should turn my face some evening.
In a day,
in a moment,
through a glass of water, perceptions will change.
In a year,
in a decade, what does a road like mine lead to, even
with the most beautiful bridge?
If they aren’t making judgments, they should be.
They can not see the experiences I’ve seen, through this peace that I have found. How can they?
They don’t know the dynamite that’s been buried.
But I am afraid you see, because I have asked myself,
Can a girl from the shadows of men with flames upon their sleeves, and fists that did not yield chrysanthemums
still recognize in silhouette that his fingers only rest on a stem?
