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Somewhere in my childhood,

   someone told me my view of reality

       was wrong

In innocence & ignorance I believed their lie

There then thus were sown the seeds of diffidence 

Here now, invisible hands

pulling pulling pulling

An interminable tangle

   of vines & dirt & plasma & blood

Rive from the recesses of my heart

Descendent down into the solar plexus

Finally geld with a knife,

   leaving just enough behind

      to keep me humble