A child’s laughter
Can disrupt—
Every. single. rationale
You’ve
enshrined!
Like ancient pottery
In those tiny hands!
You will be shocked
When your laptop,
Baptized in spilled juice,
Facing total de(con)struction—
A digital apocalypse!
You will be surprised
By crayon masterpieces
Blooming on white robes,
An excellent geometry,
In pure expressionist joy!
You will be amazed
By the alchemy of making
Origami birds from your
Old sermon notes, half-eaten,
Yet soaring into new epiphanies!
Finally,
You will be struck
By the radical newness
In her
laughter over your
unreasonable imperialities,
On a Christmas Day!
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