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we start
more yielding than the air
we start
taking breaths of potential
we start

because its desirable
because its needed

how might a soft thing
survive?
how can a caring thing
breathe?
how should a creative flower
bloom?

oh so rare
oh so rare

let’s hide away
let’s protect this musing moment

so short
so tight inside

this hardened ball
this humanities craving dream

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Some of the Poetry of Etches Penmen and Thomas Poe. Good Mates.