Monday, July 14, 2014

5574. ANIMAL

ANIMAL
The animal within me crawls out, sometimes.
Delicious frenzy, running amok. Those fenceposts
past which I clamor  -  they have locks and gates
of no use at all. I make small mark of what retains
me. Little time at the station, little reason to remain.
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The girl I know, from Africa, she's here again today,
asking me questions  -  where's a computer, when 
does the university library open, what is a 'Wawa?'
I can understand all these question; they are simple
and sound. A truer world just takes new eyes and ears.
Both of those things  -  after my transformation  - I have.

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