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Upon the word

I cannot write I have no hands
Instead, I use my feet to gather stones
and pile them together into
The form of Miniature Mountains...

I have no poems, they bore my mind.
Instead, I pick up all the sticks I can find
and join them together into
The form of five fingers...

Because I care,
I imagine pointing at the world
with my finger while
Upon my mountain
tell it, do not linger...
upon the word

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