Puzzle

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Understandably
I am a child again
but part of the sky
is missing.

No one here
accepts my laughter
morbid observations
tooth-suckings.

(Don’t forget that
your gods are on sale
while you barricade
against happiness.)

I purse my lips
try different shapes
strange clouds float by
upside down.

There are clues
in the river, the old wall
especially when the two
become one.

Someone up there
likes me maladjusted
so there’s no accidental
interleaving.

When I find the real sky
it will fit into place exactly
the rest will follow
inside a fortnight.

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