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 cradle games


&
up
  and down
 [by all accounts]

 I went...until 
 my father had to build an entirely
new upper level on my cot
to help restrain my
bouncing
ways


me?
I can’t remember,
such things before memory
- fugitive and over-written as it is -
becomes even somewhat
stable

but, still
I do like the idea
even now



&
so, I
bounce,
again & again 
 turning prison to trampoline,
 only - of course - to land
upon my head  




John Henry Calvinist