My mind is that of a child

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  1. Posted June 16, 2025 at 6:40 am | Permalink

    My mind is that
    Of a child ;

    Stop to look and listen
    My hard drive damaged
    But not beyond repair
    It’s the very beginning
    You have woken up
    Trauma to the organ
    Of life itself to begin again
    What you see today
    Please allow me to say
    My body signs of age
    My mind the product
    Of my observations
    And listenings with intent
    I don’t like what I see
    Define for me the word
    Progress
    All I see is the dog chasing
    Only then to bite and tear
    His tail to shreds
    As incense slowly melts
    So it is with the species until
    There’s nothing left to
    BURN.
    Anthony Mc Gann
    16/6/25. 06:04.

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