Days on Earth

The birth of an adult

A child is crying.

Aware in an absolute.

Older than itself.

The child is crying into the void.

Stronger than the winds of whatevermore.

A child is crying…

Unaware, aware, older than itself.

Remembering all – crying into it all.

Once again…

A child is dying. Leaving it all.

Creating a wall…

The birth of an adult

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