I set my wooden box right | 1 |
in the middle of the freeway. | 2 |
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“Once you decide to be nothing | 3 |
you will become everything!” | 4 |
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All around me the rain is whispering | 5 |
stories from the clouds and from | 6 |
the million faces passing in a moment, | 7 |
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and everything I have to reply | 8 |
is silently expressed in my outstretched arms. | 9 |
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Write this down quickly, before the storm: | 10 |
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Find the humor | 11 |
in a soapbox | 12 |
in the shape of a coffin | 13 |
labeled return to sender. | 14 |
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I bow my head and exhale ash. | 15 |