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Caught
in the act
of
fatherhood and you surround me
boxed
in and unknown
writing
the same poem
doors
swing freely
sill
sitting becomes forte
unnoticed
hinges hide
lost
in polished wood
and
clocks tic and toc
writing
the same poem
symbols
and metaphors pose
writing
becomes today
unexplained
angles fit tightly
turning
blocks of geometry
writing
the same poem
fatherhood
carries out
in
patterns from all you know
writing
the same poem
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