In my memories of the future
Strange how the past grows clearer
And my sense of safety in the world
Runs to hide in what I know
About myself this cast of players
This crowded family living
In the subway under my ribs
These children I have witnessed
Passing through my spine
I know he has surrendered
His whole will to the world
And settled himself equally
And confidently in all its parts
How else could we be free
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