The snail moves like aHovercraft, held up by aRubber cushion of itself,Sharing its secretWith the hedgehog. The hedgehogShares its secret with no one.We say, Hedgehog, come outOf yourself and we will love you.We mean no harm. We wantOnly to listen to whatYou have to say. We wantYour answers to our questions.The hedgehog gives nothingAway, keeping itself to itself.We wonder what a hedgehogHas to hide, why it so distrusts.We forget the godUnder this crown of thorns.We forget that never againWill a god trust in the world.
Paul Muldoon.
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