None of this is preconceived.
Lesson One came in the knowing
That no animal, angel, or adult
Has any knowing at all.
Life never attains ideals.
There’s a sand-grained image of you:
“How did you manage sunburn in Great Yarmouth?”
The pain now forgotten as anecdote.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
None of this is preconceived.
Lesson One came in the knowing
That no animal, angel, or adult
Has any knowing at all.
Life never attains ideals.
There’s a sand-grained image of you:
“How did you manage sunburn in Great Yarmouth?”
The pain now forgotten as anecdote.
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