probe

WORDS:

we probe the garden to recount our childhood
and retell our adventures that it once absorbed. tell us about our imagination chasing us barefoot
and the borders we crossed with ingenuity, confiscate our memories of this wilting world;
and return reminders of the pure planets of the past.
caution us of the callous cosmos that now coexist.

we probe the school to recount our childhood
and retell our individuality it once absorbed.
tell us about the rule reverbing down the corridor and return the originality we glossed on textbooks show us our stories we whispered on papers and pass it back swiftly into our harmless hands
explain that age will credit back our conformity.

we probe the self to recount our childhood
and retell us about the treasures we hold dear.
tell us what we buried as children and where to dig
and show us how to clean the dust from the journey
potently stir our hearts to reason with what we reject and permit our voice to speak up to hurt and heal advise us on how to tell those who may come after.

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