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Out in the cold

barefoot;

a little damp

I am unprotected

and hesitant

I lied to you

I am afraid

Toes stepping on

wet blades of grass

fingers grasping

the drenched pines;

mistaking a street light

for the moon

I am unable

to achieve the desired

state of transcendence

lotus prayer effort

unfulfilling

I am still lost

out here

without my security blanket

I am unable

to procure my visions

in lucid form

I did lie to you

I really am afraid

of the night

I really afraid

of the wild

courage to fake

the first step

that is a laugh

I am too tepid

I can not even move

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