Or could it be that what I see
Is what is blinding me
To all that lies behind
What if I have only a little kindling
Of mind to warm my heart
A few stray clues I can
Weave together into a plot
I can still stare at the stars
Until they carry me up and out
Past the ruined hospital moon
And the circle of caged animals
Careful not to wake them
To a little park I know
Where what is human is divine
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