Did you know that I can hear through cracks,
make memories grow like weeds,
burrowing your brain, dropping little seeds?
Have you ever given it a thought; perhaps it isn't words,
it isn't voice, it isn't lips, it's utterly absurd.
You'll flap your mouth and gush and goo,
yip and yelp and gawk and coo,
all against the world and only about you.
Could you breathe against the window please'
look and search for truth,
blowing kisses to the skeleton trees,
drawing hearts and stars and other signs of youth?
Don't tell a lie to gain a truth, don't give a hug to gain a kiss,
you'll break a bond and break a heart, then left alone, un-missed.
I killed a bird without a stone,
I crushed his wings with my fist,
then I smoothed it's wrinkled parts and on it's papered wings a list:
"When folding origami cranes, don't think of that but this."
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