Hearing the sound
The knowledge that does not fit in the shape
Requires a mouth that is shut for now
The joy of expanding
Like children in a school break
Running out to the yard
Is like an eye that is open to the ocean
The face that will not be intact any more
Collapses because of an ear that hears the eternal sound
A hair that flies in the wind is left
From the static posture that breaks open.
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