the boxed hedge

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dedicated to Mo


don't tell them i write poetry
don't give them another lens to look through at me
more questions
more "that explains a lot"
no more pegs
no more boxes
don't look at me like a riddle that defies your understanding
needing desperately to be solved
there will never be an end
i will go on
there is no understanding the thing that is me
it's all i am
it will fall off your peg
it will not be confined in your box
let it grow
let it be
it is enough
and it is me

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