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yes
my father bought the land
the deed said eternal
I am eternally grateful
yet I remember his knife
the blade sinking
with slow pressure
through my soft skin
and I
not yet a man
became adult
I too
saw the massive face
at the brink of forever
they say I am too quiet now
unlike my commanding father
I am beyond words
I have no response
the wonders of Creation
unfold as they will
I simply breathe
the desert air
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