FOR YOURSELVES
FOR YOURSELVES
Have you ever called
yourself to leave a message?
Do. Then send a card.
When you get the card,
listen to the long message.
Both are from someone
you no longer are,
or from someone you once were.
Each will say something
in some ways brand new.
You will remember the gist
but some details
will be so perfect
as you knew what you knew what
you needed to hear.
With a piano,
all the keys played together
make cacophony.
Like a piano,
you have all your you's singly,
just singly, patience
for the verse, patience
for the chorus, you will play
every you once
over a song's time.
Maybe with those other you's,
you'll even make chords.
The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become. --Charles De Bos.
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