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Week 7 Poetry

The passion of the world

like gravity

tugs at our rags

and magnetizes us.

 

That which makes us tame

and unraveled and untame

with its limits and its

limitlessness

 

Strange little prince

who tugs at my rags

and asks me to be there.

 

In some way

the world wants us.

 

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