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How should I put it?
that you choose to
stretch your arm
and reach for my supplication.
How do you decide to listen?
eyes closed with a hand under your chin
or you look elsewhere
from my begging.
I have reached a point
in life where I knock
your door out of habit,
it may not please you.
Then tell me what pleases you,
for as long as my knock
goes unheard, I will be a constant
nag at your door.
I could beg you to spare me
a knock, this one time
but then there
will be another reason.
You don’t lay a choice
before a beggar.
I will keep on asking
for all sorts of reasons.
And you will keep on giving,
in the end we do come to
to know the secret we are born with:
seeking and begging well. |
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