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Independence from Them

the younget i am just
rambling about utterr nonn
sense i remeber
always getting into trouble
as trouble always
got to me. a cyclee a wheeel.
a river flows. the sun
shhines on my face but
the greeen shade is
where i hide. .exposed.
i am. the rotten no
longer. no long
er .edible. yes.
no
longer. a twig in
the river. a rapid.
unmericful river.
they swiftly move
me from to and fro.
here to there
everywhere
they take me
everywhere.
and i just ramble along
a twig. snapping
glued.
snapping
glued.
snapping.
under
the green shade.
the stress of the river
and
the green shade's current.
no control.
the bank
yes
no
yes.

Then the dove speaks.
The dove then speaks.
To me.
The sun thus shines on me.
The sun shines thus on me.
On me.
I grow into this
wooden boat.
This wooden river
boat. And the oars
guide me. The dove
guides the oars. The sun
guides the oars. They
all guide me. They all
guide. And yet I still
and taken away. In
the current. I
grab.
on.
the tree.
The green shade bekons.
It beckons and woos.
It slithers in my mind.
The perfect poison.
I eat.

and am taken way.
demoralized into a twig.
The oars snap. The clouds burst
into a Flood. the dove
flaps away to a distance.
and then i am taken away.
no.
NO.
NO.

I crawl to the bank and
mend my snaps.
I crawl and mend my snaps.
I grow into that beautiful tree.
Under the shade of many a fruit.
I thrive.
The river runs by.
Yet I thrive.
Yes I thrive
as the River runs by.
The River split
into to two
then into one River.

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