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Consider the desire
The human foundation
Where dreams and images hold our hands
From the time when we have to look up
And our eyes see without the pinch
Of harm and fear
Never a thought of harming ourselves
Never a thought of becoming alone
Never a thought of quitting before losing
Because then we were born to play
Before all this life took away
The speed of natural impulse
Or not caring what the others think
This is not a wish for yesterday
For it has passed so quickly out of range
Fire in a strong wind
Dirty full hands at a picnic
I only wish to see the familiar face
Of my enemy
This page, shards of mirrors in a pile.