circular

no memory of the swim
there’s birth
and an uphill climb

a gurgle, a cry
first step
first stumble

we persevere
ever struggling
to find the beginning

when everything
was a reaction
somebody else’s

problem
somebody else’s
responsibility

and now
we curse them
for the chaos

 

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