With enough bricks
Piled neatly around
Determined in place
Unshakeable
Unbreakable
Untameable
Holding up the sky
And back the tide
And away the night
If every moment
Is sterilised, border-checked
Quarantined
It's Fine
It's Under Control.
It's Handled
Every heavy second holding
Every brick in place
Only then there is space
For
Me
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Fatherhood
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