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Eclipse of the Moon

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problem children
I love my problems
as though they were children
and I were their father
I reward them
when they say something witty
I whistle
when they are sad
they are
my flesh and blood
my progeny
I, their father,
was also
a problem
ontogeny
recapitulates
phylogeny
and they are
like me
at every stage
that's what I was like!
problem children
be good children
your mother
is going on
a journey
she will be gone
a good while
and maybe
you will not be
flesh and blood
when she returns
maybe you will
radiantly
transcend
these human
problems, my
flesh and blood
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Exile
I have strange longings for familiar faces
and new desires for old smells and tastes,
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