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Explorers

Remember when we were explorers? 

 

The world was a blank slate which we drew upon 

 

The squiggles of lines leading into no direction

 

that prying eyes would find.

 

Remember when we were explorers?

 

The music that we listened to

 

Was sweet and incoherent

 

To everyone else\'s’ ears

 

Our words were a gibberous language 

 

Filled with pitches of impossible frequencies

 

Our gestures were animalistic

 

Our home was in a world that no one else knew existed

 

Filled with mutual understanding

 

and unending empathy