You cannot see the walls that divide your hand
From his or hers or mine when you think you touch it.
You cannot see the walls because they are glass,
And glass is nothing until you try to pass it.
Beat on it if you like, but not too hard,
For glass will break you even while you break it.
Shout, and the sound will be broken and driven backwards,
For glass, though clear as water, is deaf as granite.
This fraudulent inhibition is cunning: wise men
Content themselves with breathing patterns on it.
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This doesn't sound like any Nursery Rhyme that I've ever read before, or even heard for that matter. But, it does seem to have that tone to it, that quiet tone that sits back and rocks itself until the grasp of each hand is resting tightly at its sides and you find yourself within its core.
Now, I've never read a piece that was of this accord, or supposed to be of this accord, written for an adult. Or maybe they all originally were made for adults and not children. Doubtful I feel, but, the thought is considering ..
It's a good piece, and there is an underlining education in this piece I feel. A good piece indeed.
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