I used to write poetry
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1 min readJan 4, 2017
Not the way it’s supposed to be runs through
A block of time memories and space memories
An earnest child looking at understanding
Through lenses made of handed down ideas that while moving cannot be seen
A tiger in a cage
Pacing the length of the jungle
Pacing the length of the cage
Again and again
And wonder and naive profundity
At stones from outer-space
And their place
In an understanding of the universe
This I used to write but no records remain and this is all I write