Out of Reach
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This extends in outreach to symbolic inch
by inch crawling. Not now, anything but
that form of measurement. Of course, this
blocks certain avenues, the divine nature
of a meaningless balance. Centered &
holding on for dear life, how can you see
so clearly? Why is your patience
softening my heart? I haven't given you
the credit due. So as far as sleeping, well,
the biorhythms are forgiving, the pillow
is available, & the eyelids are
cooperating. It has been told, as open as I
can without a vindication of the blade to
pierce, & then the slip happens; a trance
of wisdom, a gaze of ideas, channel this
into the remaining hope it is true.
Something out of reach, & so I know I'll
retract my hand from the explanation of
never. However traditional, whenever
ritual.
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