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Collect Myself



The many times
With moons and suns spinning slowly
I thought I might
Collect myself and carry
On ...
They suggested that I
Carry on
But the moments in the
Tall red grass
Screamed for the purest
Moment ...
The purest of thought
                               I thought
About when my father screamed
At me to get the Hell
Inside get the Hell
Inside right now
From the snake
The Rattle snake
Moving toward my toddler form
And I ran ...
Inside wondering
About the fate
Of my abandoned
Toy bulldozer

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