I sully all transition
Fear is the anticipated response
To progress, change itself
Being a form of termination
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Will my wings exceed
My heart’s momentum?
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At what point does preparation
Become a method of diversion?
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How high must the ground rise
Before I am willing to leap?
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I crawl under a thick duvet
Whenever I sleep
I have a thing about spirits
Being drawn
To overscrutinized flesh
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If I died today
I’d idle for a long time
Before passing on
I’m still getting to know myself
And you who I love
More than life
Are incomparable as a beacon
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