Gray 2 days ago
As a child
from motherโs arms,
we splash in sunshine;
climb trees, build cities;
magnify ants, & burn them,
steal their beetles for spiders;
war with army men;
return to momโs embrace,
muddy, scuffed, hungry,
unaware her thoughts,
if thereโs a god,
god is a child.
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