CHILD LIKE

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empathy

a flourish.........

in myth

self interest harbors

most uncommon prose

pitiless conviction

the gang plank

of my wavering walk

into rather uncertain mist

need borrows from necessity

its own debunked

willingness

to step out of myself

and into a multi changing world

newly awakened eyes

see finer landscapes

once hidden from me

far too well

until now

one man holding such door

I feel release

like no other

this pen further uncaps

for this mind most eager

now, how I so resemble a sponge

I am

in a sense

even more

child like................

Feb. 13, 2000 4pm)










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