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Twisting in the wind away from this opportunity tree

I leave

dried up,

detached, and

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as a reflection in the rear view

Maybe my honest perception
was truly the evidence of my own blindness

in which the correction

may never be uttered

The mind 

a wonderfully imperfect compass

Far too organic in its hardware for precision

The directions we’re given are not always exact
but they are exacting

My silence was my only hope for saying much those days
I combated expectations with some notable suppression

but very little success

I simply cannot stave off
the true character
within my marrow

This primal desire
A sensible demand
a good love

scaling over these powerful hands

fresh. new skin covers old calluses

as it turns out

my aged atriums still carry crimson

and offer a form of whistling whimsy

less of a path
more like a breeze

Dust wafts away upon every footstep
integrity of character in tow

the time to know is now

the time to shine will arrive

and on that day you must understand

that I will always battle for us

so long as I believe you will battle alongside.

Even if we endure hardship

Not as a gift
but as a commitment

that I don't know how to vanquish

Until then I hone
emotional Mercurochrome
and when more wisdom aids me
I'll fondly relive the memories
of impacting a greater future
for myself
and those I love.

And to those I love
I love equally, whether as a
lone sodium light buzzing in a quiet alleyway
or fireworks bursting in the July moonlight

Your spirit exists as a
gravitational pull
weighing

heavily
upon
the frail leaf
tw

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       ing away

I humbly ask the powers of nature
to turn the night off
and have Newton's rules take reign

pulling me to you