Mine had Smurfs
Friday, June 20th, 2008Mine had Smurfs
by Wolfgang Nibori
when younger I sat still as mice, observing
memorizing patterns named Common Sense, Knowledge, Nature
no child comprehends the power of those years
first steps into mystery, shoved tripping into society
by Curiosity and Others. Shapes unfold their depths
colors take names, expanding into spectrums
answers discovered, recorded - each object named
classroom Earth grading full predjudice
eventually you form the key habit
always bring your lunchbox
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