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Toward another
he has gone
to breathe an air
beyond his own
toward a wisdom
beyond the shelf
toward a dream
that dreams itself
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
from the forest
from the foam
from the field
that he had
known
toward a river
twice as blessed
toward the inn
of happiness
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
from a chaos
raging sweet
from the deep
and dismal street
toward another
kind of peace
toward the great
emptiness
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
I stood among them
I stood alone
boy boy
just a boy
just a little boy
just a little boy
who will never grow