Step by step
into the fog
where sight is forgotten
and lessons are blind
Transformation's
momentum
is brought to a halt
upon the precipice
above the plateau of
default.
GOD I want to
absorb this life
purpose in sight
gut adrift with butterflies
thick blood astir with passions
Spirit's breath
sets chest ablaze
where neutrals no longer an option
I stand at this cliff; there is only
action.
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