In My Next Life

When I’m reincarnated, armed with all my lessons, and I cannot be pierced, I will take the lonely highways and the crowded marketplaces, I will learn to play an instrument and learn another language, and I won’t share anything except my blueness… Some may think they understand me even though they do not know me, and even if they hold me or even want to scold me for I recall the chickens squawking and the axes chopping the crowds inside of cars trudging on the freeway mostly listening to music while I gaze about astonished at all these odd constructions…

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