we were told to cut out words, as many as we wanted then pick them out at random to create a dada poem, this is my poem.
From this poem we are to create an image, to almost translate it. My translation is the transition into adulthood, its a relevent theme to me at the moment also, but the word saint br
ought purity to mind, i.e. a child, and from there i realised a child is not bound by 'sad gravity' they are not even aware of it, they dream, idealise, and play unaware of the responsibility that will fall upon them, the strength they will need to leave that innocence behind.
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