Then there are softer corners
The sensitive few
Who will not rage and scream
At nature’s due
It is life after all

Then the sharper edges
All raw and ugly
Ready to pinch and poke
And stab and joke
Just to feel strong

Then the dents and uneven
We have our share of grieving
Pondering what have could been
A heapful of suffering
Raise the critical eye

Then the forms without frames
Voices with no names
Always whispering to continue
Though the times are estranged
Minds sans circumference


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