Bonds
Are mutually
Reinforcing.
But the opposite holds true.
Distance
And neglect build
An ever yawning chasm.
The games
That children play
Draw them closer.
But the opposite holds true.
Wars force
Nations apart
As the children's bodies pile.
Kiss the mirror
And grow nearer
To the other world
Where things still whirl,
Just the opposite way.
If I had my way,
I would spend my days
In a field at play
With the children,
Playing Molecule Ball
When each child can call
Where the ball will fly
And what it becomes
When it lands with a sigh:
A friend bearing ice cream,
A blue and white kite,
Balloons on a long string,
A dog that won't bite -
The waking world follows
A magical logic that leads to the gallows.
What the world needs
Is the science of dreams
Where the children lead and every man follows.
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