you can’t hold it
you can’t touch
the taste
the fear
or fire
it weaves between decision
and desire
forgiveness
and derision
stumbling.
blindness
or insecurity
faith
or reciprocity
we are alive
and it’s not time
to step aside
to fly
or die
just yet
so sit
silent
savoring
this night.
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