for james
without seeking shelter from that exposed ledge
look with confidence
your mortality straight in the eye
when you go to sleep
may your instinctive curiosity
breed liquid dreams
you're not aware of it but
the ancestors walk with you daily
it is not just the lonely I
turn your hunger into listening
your tongue will soften
its desire to fill space
from a place of togetherosity
will our imperfections
move towards wisdom
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