Time to go home

I have been in the habit

of living at the edge of clear

as children play at being adults

they wear their serious faces

and walk back and forth

with concern

now and then I stumble

across the line

of knowing the rules

of this game

we forget we’re playing

children laugh as they thrust

with their imaginary swords

into the hearts

of their playmates pretend body

then they hear their name called

and they shed the perfect passion

of their bodies of desire

it’s time to go home

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