I was four years old
\nlooking from the gravel
\nof my house;
\nI saw the corner of the world.
\nHave you ever lifted the world
\nthat young?
\nLost yourself in worm holes?
\nSaw houses become little
\nin your nearsighted vision?<\/p>\n
Now I am out of breath
\nasking which way to turn.
\nIf I could call out
\ndoes anything answer?
\nShould I wait and freeze,
\nburn up,
\nweep until I melt away?
\nOr hover under my blanket
\nand go back to every crossroads
\ntaking every right and left,
\nuntil every life is claimed,
\nevery love completed,
\nevery sorrow known,
\nthen turn into a stone
\nfor a child to make his own.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was four years old looking from the gravel of my house; I saw the corner of the world. Have you ever lifted the world…<\/p>\n