that whatever it is we are
supposed to be doing is not
whistling on the tops
of our bottles. I, too, know
there are commands we
have not heard.
I, too, know
that a lineage of fathers
have covered the ears
of ours with their
burly hands. I, too, know
that if we could hear, we
would be startled
almost to death.
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