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The Human Mind

I walk into a forest;
down to a little rabbit;
white and shining the little rabbit jumps down a blue hole;
he invites me to licorice tea and a cookie the size of my hand;
I wake up and I'm in the ocean
it's hard to breath
I have been harpooned by a spear
I'm in the air dying
I return to the white rabbit who has been shot
I leave
I'm up in the air scared again and I can't breath
Then I return and I'm with the rabbit
We're by a lake and he gives me the spear
He points to a scar on my arm and says
Humans minds are weapons.

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November-December 2011 Issue: Youthink Magazine