Since feeling is first, I hear, and then
We start to scream a lot at parents
If we ever stop to think too much we send
Our feelings to a pausing place, once sent
The trains fall silent, and then the dogs
And then the cats and birds lose their sense
Of space in all this time, and the clouds sog
Down close to ground and settle in my babies
For we are stuck forever now in place to be
Archaeology, as lost as dinosaurs among the
Blades of grass and blades of surgery, do tell
The devouring ones to leave a bone or two
To smell our way home when souls are ready to
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