Spoon-Fed

You’re born, somehow (Take your pick on creation) There’s the before time When memory begins & the hourglass starts Life happens & you’re told to do the things (what things? why?) In this version you’re left to your own devices There is no mother, no father, no kin (no instructions, no safe harbor) Many well-wishers... Continue Reading →

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