I need to listen more to wrong things. Yes
I need to let talk that’s hard get
close to me.
I need to believe in the truth of burned up dinners and
take lessons from dogs that
sneak by with ticks.
In fact the only way I’ll learn
probably is from
an animal that’s hurt or
from a kid who’s shaky scared.
Yes the hollow sounds they make turn
my shivers into wisdom.
So with all of that in mind I think
I’ll turn my back on the
surest things in life because
It seems
along comes a mistake or
bams of angry lightning and
What had been neat and locked
down tight splits apart
wide open all
at once with concerns and revelations.
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