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I knew not then, I know not now




Head of a Lamb

Anthony Oberman 1810

Reimagined by Gibon

I thought I might 

hold you tight 



I later understood 

that you might not would

neither now nor ever -


for an army of arguments

that I might consider frivolous

assuming I understood them.


They are your religion: 

altars on which you pray 

sanctuaries that you run to.


I seek no shelter.

I require no safe haven.

I fancy no foil.


Yet, I am as vulnerable 

as a lamb in spring

frail, confused, unknowing.


I want your journey to be mine 

but I knew not then, and I know not now

its destination, much less its design. 

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            Duda y Antidoto


         The Truth

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