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By Jack Joseph Smith
Listening
Isn't it watching everything
Or blind and feeling
Simple as a joke gone bad
When you have crossed yourself,
you haven't walked away
The tree just turned
And the water rose
above your head
Nothing lasted
And you didn't know if it was a dream
or something that came back to haunt you
So you left it alone
To search again like a child
To find you were forbidden
Just as if
You had never listened
At all