there's rain on your windowsill.
your uncle jay blazes below
in the side garden. you have skin
so deathless and hair so long.
am i worth it to you? anger, absence,
this fear of absolution.
how can a creature small as you
cause this much devastation?
in the ashes we'll find the answers to some things.
we will figure age is aloof, like fathers. like the wind.
i will learn that you are only small
the same way a mind is small.
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