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by Neo Blaqness

I never understood before
people’s fixations
with old stuff on a shelf
or cars that no one
hardly remembers anymore
until I finally grew
into the shoes of a man
and felt the gravity
of the world
Then it it hit me
like the falling
of a wishing star
that such stuff
are the closest things
to childhood
without the pacifier
and the crib
the illusional womb
safe to retreat into
and be cradled
in the arms of kinder times
before we have to
go back to life
and live