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You and I experience the world

The way that a tender doe

Experiences flight,

Then falls on its side in relief,


Newfound wisdom;

Becomes myopic and can only see

What it takes to survive;

What it must do to live a little longer;

Acknowledges that the only way out

Is forward,

Then moves forward.

When we line up our magnum opuses—

The only of our words that have ever mattered—

They form the truest cento that will be.

The one we all are dying to catch from the air

And place on paper for memory's sake;

The one about living;

The one we must all abide by.

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