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Jul 2020
I pretend to know
How the universe and its infinite rivers
flow like dandelion fields alive
When really the only thing which bursts in me
is unknowing and being
in this reactive fall
And as the earth approaches fast below
I ask it why
And plead to fly
For myself no less to all
You make it up as you go. Everyone does, or at least is envious of those who do.
Colm
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Colm
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