the day I live each moment
with newborn trust
graceful gait
and creative strut
of wild free thoughts
which truly touch
each node of being
in my red heart’s
richest core
lose that stammer and
anxious thirst
for empty glamour
as crusty archaic patterns
dissolve like sugar crystals
in pooled warm milk,
has not happened yet
in truth it seems..
is this possible
to resolve,
perhaps redeem,
for such a rusty
unevolved
unruly
plagiarizing
fool as I?
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