and
The whole earth cries.
I don't know if it cries in pain
Or of loss.
While crying,
It rarely matters.
I fall
and
No one cries.
Way beyond the skinned knees
And scraped up, gravel-embedded palms of my youth.
When I fall now,
Shit happens.
Or, sometimes, shit doesn't happen
And THAT makes shit happen.
When did I park my monkey bike
And trade cards in spokes
For iron and steel,
Roaring fucking hot metal?
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