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Memories of my Brother
Dear you,
Just because you are musical
Does not mean that you need a xylophone
Made of rib-cage
And just because you are scientific
Does not mean that you must conduct
And experiement into glucose and respiration
And just because you are mathematical
Does not mean that infinitesimal ratios
Should overtake your masterpiece of mechanics...
And there - right there - you become a painting on a wall
A photograph washed too long in the sun
A canvas that I will stare at on raining days
Waiting until the drops on the window pane
Transfer to the skin of your oil-slick face
And to mine
Because you were denoted by the light and shade
Of Mum's tears
And sometimes I want to scribble annotations all over you
So that we can know the bones
You came to love
Others, I speculate whether to redraw you with words
Would be blasphemous -
Never quite capturing the shape of your laugh
And the colours of your mind
Or the tarnish that claimed it...
Just because you are so greatly flawed
Does not mean that you are too far gone
To crawl back, safe,
From me,
Because you were always too preoccupied to write it for yourself
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