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"Nobody?"

Here you
hear you.

It understood you.
You understood it.
“It”. You understood.

You now said, “Laugh.”
You said, “Now laugh.”
“Laugh now,” you said.
Said now, you laugh.

In the clearing, it screams.
It screams in the clearing.
In the screams, clearing it,
The clearing screams in it;
In it: the clearing screams.

No one could see it too.
No, one could see it too?
See it. No… Could one too?
To see? Could one know it?
To know it, one could see.
One could see. Two know it.

"One, two, three,
My friend loves me.
Four, five, six,
It is made of sticks."



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The_Introvert said...
Sept. 5, 2013 at 9:58 pm
This is probably one of the most amazing, thought-provoking poems I have ever read.
 
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