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You are commanding the presence of an audience of children Who do not, for a couple of hours, feel like children. They feel like lightning bolts, and lovers, Congregates of "The Broken Axe Handle", Even if they hardly show it. You’re telling them their own story For which they haven’t yet learned how to form the words. And after it all, The crowd moving in a waking dream cloud, You come into my focus, And you practically whisper, “Seeing you there, you made me feel Centered” And I felt humbled by the honesty. What a surprise to have such a weighted job!   How impossible it is to take crumb of credit For the beauty of your poetry! I, entirely teenaged with endogenous anonymity, Someone’s fulcrum!   In a decade since, I, (un)entirely grown and still ontologically unknown, Still live your language, Still aim to be the rock or The hook on which to hang a hat. Even when I don’t think I can Even when I don’t know I am, You make me feel daily that In just receiving someone’s truth, Eyes up, I can make the return to be Someone’s somebody.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Centered (A Thank You Note to Buddy Wakefield)
You are commanding the presence of an audience of children Who do not, for a couple of hours, feel like children. They feel like lightning bolts, and lovers, Congregates of "The Broken Axe Handle", Even if they hardly show it. You’re telling them their own story For which they haven’t yet learned how to form the words. And after it all, The crowd moving in a waking dream cloud, You come into my focus, And you practically whisper, “Seeing you there, you made me feel Centered” And I felt humbled by the honesty. What a surprise to have such a weighted job!   How impossible it is to take crumb of credit For the beauty of your poetry! I, entirely teenaged with endogenous anonymity, Someone’s fulcrum!   In a decade since, I, (un)entirely grown and still ontologically unknown, Still live your language, Still aim to be the rock or The hook on which to hang a hat. Even when I don’t think I can Even when I don’t know I am, You make me feel daily that In just receiving someone’s truth, Eyes up, I can make the return to be Someone’s somebody.
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F/new york
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
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