Draw in
where the
air
holds
the
dust
particles
in slow
progression
before your very
gape.
Everyone burdens.
Acknowledge the
lax heap of me
eyes to the
sky
too lethargic
to seal.
Imagine the force
of current
pulling me from
some generic edge
rocking my body
from destiny
to finality.
The consequence
of decision
uncertainty
or is it
the inability to
decide?
What should
have been left
behind
it quarrels
with
supposed
kismet.
Overwhelming
freedoms
cripple
first steps.
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