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  • I heard it call and I answered when I was four. Maybe before
    I ran untethered into the forest that just called with it's voice, outloud , with its own story
    My father fashioned a harness, which only took me a day to cut myself out of.
    Tied me to a tree, then a roof, at lastly to himself.
    I'm not sorry, but I couldn't undo the absolute run , towards myself

    The siren came back at the edge of six and then, when I was eight, ten- twelve and of course since then, I had to stay moving with the pulling going , so I could make what I knew, somehow a value lesson to them.

    God , didn't know what screaming was until he heard me.
    I felt sorry for the bank manager since no one trained him against a child flowing upstream to where he knew he needed to be.

    That was just a moment ago
    and I see wrinkles on my hands
    where life used to flower
    and a Brave man sought the warrior mind in the lessons from the giving land.

    in front of you, as you read now
    please accept that although I was never you
    I never gave up.

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