Looking at old photos
Saying
“There I am”
In the toughest times
Standing strong
A glare off a razor
But youth is a dry leaf
And the past a silkscreen
And the future not so uncertain
If you listen to the universe
With an ear level and humane
And everything is not a surprise
If you are electric
In the face of fear that is paper
That wills more than it can
A painted cardboard cell
So I close the book
And walk out the door
Reciting
“If you pull up the shades
You don’t sleep so long”
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