Dedicated to…

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You finally
understood why your father’s hand moved so slowly when he wrote
fingers clutched tight around a pen
hovering over the white paper
laser beam focused on
all that he carries – a determination to make these seconds count
all that he didn’t tell you is now flowing from your fingers to the pen tip
The way he carries the pen

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To plant a part of you under neglect
To protect its wilderness
build a castle
A playground for love
Light it up with a thousand little firefly prayers. And to put it to sleep
fireflies need sleep too.
In fields where dead-end loves, reciprocated, rekindled
Echo into symphonies

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He didn’t tell you
The older you are the slower you write
The faster time goes
Your words are counted by the seconds
are not only for you

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They are nets for your foes
Sheds for your friends
Cribs for your parents, ancestors
lovers yet to be born
Copies of you that may be around every few billion years