At some point in the reverse-world, a child would put a puppy back into the pound, and forget how to speak and walk away from a friend, never to think about them again and eventually crawl back into their mother’s womb and be unborn.
Andy Meyer

This, here, reminded me of the last stanzas of Spender’s The Prisoners (text below in the pics), Andy, and the poem, as whole was breathtaking.. inducing the precise emotion in reader’s mind with precise words: you never fail to inspire!

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