Moments we see ourselves
Laughing back at us!
Tripping over shoe lace.
Hand-slip what's precious.
Off there to the side - see?
Could we; to our shame!
Hairs, and a harmony
Of thoughts mussed up-same!
Most of all for this jest
Life's, whilst grave and glum
Fear-mute. Once were wise to it;
Life, the false respected!
Whistling away its dread.
Whiling, with a hum.
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