You are still
All you have been
That little kid
Drawing green worms
And rainbows
With thick chalk
On summer roads
Remember
That sweet sent
Of thick warm plastic
From blown up pools
and rainjackets
Remember
Mudpiles and wet brown socks
Buckets of sand
And millions of little hands
Bubblegums and hairclips and beads
Remember
Somewhere in you
A little human sleeps
But in the fog of autumn
Behind black trees reaching
You carried the cold shadows
In your hands
And stuffed them in pockets
Wormlike crawlings
And in later days
You were that quiet wormlike insect
Hunched over a sweaty skewed school desk
Cutting your tounge
Pinching red into your hands
Locked to floors inside corridors
No chalk or light or strawberry jams
You were that little kid
Where the feet where sharp
And the mouths sharper
You were misplased
Under waterfalls
Of rocks, needles and nails
So remember now
As you see your smuged face
In broken mirrors
Behind smoke and neon sun
You are still that little kid
Hands full of worms
And when you raise your voice
Remember
How innocent and wishful
That little face once was
Remember
Somewhere deep in you
That little human
still sleeps
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