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The Power Of Repetitions
repetitions, you say are
reinforcements, a promise that
there shall be no forgetting between the stalk and the leaf
once upon a tree.
there is this river that runs through us
and i am at the other side of the bank
you do not see me
alone, am i as usual without the song
i gaze upon the leaf and the stalk
i cut across barks
i rub the knife and sculpt the pain
reshaping it for something so practical and
useful
like a statue of the town god
that i everyday
worship purposely to erase the pain
to numb the nerves
of my being, alone, am i,
in the repetitions, i have learned how to live
and then scribble
on those surfaces
debarked and cleaned.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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