Mother said that wouldn't do.
Kept us in until we grew
thin and tall, with violent beards.
Stuffed cotten in our ears.
Colored flowers in our mouths.
Tamed and trained she let us out.
We wanted to undo gravity's pull.
Oh, what is the use
to say that I am you?
Oh, what is the fire?
You want water, I want fire.
-Emil
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