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Certain wisemen admire whom they resemble,
Stumble upon the petty crowds indoors
Detumescences caused by a parent's visit,
Rational meltdowns caused by the few years of spatial confinement;
I push my toes against my Achilles tendon to feel my heartbeats, reminding me of
the horrific vulnerability of these pumpings.
Certain wisemen feel what they sense
Scavenge this hobby of mine, poetry, and feed it to the one I see in the distance.