RECONSTRUCT

She reads to me
histories of the night sky:
vast and full of the awe-inspiring
but suffocating and empty
large gaps unknown.
I don’t pretend to comprehend
her brand of clinical philosophy – –
that’s kid stuff – –
but when she speaks
I listen
and pray for the day
I won’t be afraid
to let her take my hand and evolve me.

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