This isn't it
What it was, was mostly in-between
Not about this or that
I remember holding it in my hand
Or often at a distance
To know what it was
What it could be
And what I could make of it
I don't know what it is
Nor the words that can pry open
Its secrets and histories
This burial is not for safe-keeping
It is to bury
And I don't think I know what all I put under.
What it was, was mostly in-between
Not about this or that
I remember holding it in my hand
Or often at a distance
To know what it was
What it could be
And what I could make of it
I don't know what it is
Nor the words that can pry open
Its secrets and histories
This burial is not for safe-keeping
It is to bury
And I don't think I know what all I put under.
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