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Friday, October 19, 2007

There is a world beneath our lessons or perhaps above them
in which we are still animals, but it is now forgotten,
drowned underneath the voices telling us to re-think.

For a brief second, I did not have to ask
because I knew that our hands are working
some deep magic from the forgotten lessons we never had to learn.
Posted by C. Faber Demarius at 11:04 PM
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