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Shadows of the anterior
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Born twice
From the womb.
And the confines
Of his dwelling.
He had to
Learn again.
First steps
First breath,
Look listen,
Copy and learn.
Grow up with
The hindrance
Of being already…
Molded into…
The obverse.
Memory with
No litheness
Candor
Admitting
Ignorance.
Inevitable
Decadence.
No mercy.
He lacerates
His mind.
Longing
Yearning
To be there
Heretofore.
Tension
Inhabiting
Every fiber.
Going back
His dread.
Incur his
Days of yore.
Spreading.
Heavy as a
Millstone
Clinging to his
Vital
Dragging it,
Losing it
Hounding him
At a corner
When least
Expected.
Routine
Impregnated.
Slapping his
Senses cold.
Shadows
Of the anterior
In the lines
Of a memory.
Landscape,
School staff
A cockroach!
Awakening,
Stunned
And floored.
Afflicting
His mind
His soul.
Till the cusp
Of his days.
Hoping to descry
Hear beyond
The senses.
Discern, feel
As a sculptor
Or a dancer.
Juggle with
Words in
A brushstroke.
With the ease
And grace
Of the loved.
A creator
Innovator.
Exhilarating,
Enliven over
His masterpiece.
The preciseness,
Veracity of
Thoughts
Translated
Into deity.
He goes on
Trusting,
Living the
Dream.
Yet, tiptoeing
Into his new
Territory.
The confines
Of his authenticity.
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