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Approaching a place I can handle No balance though Maybe I cannot

grasp every mantle needed to climb up the ladder And on these

ledges are little castles in glass domes Shake them or break them

I pull out the latter I know it matters like matter it's

not nothing established In place of something that's faster than thought or

an inner light Navigating the fathoms Or leagues under the bright lit

dome of receding life unraveling

Never the snow rising up to repeat the cycle

Never a known when even known is assumption I am the fold

in the seventh instruction Never crossing a finish line Only stretching the

summit Blocking an inner smile Let go of those functions Find within

wrungs the stuff I can rope with Sinews of natural rings within

close range

I'm not alone in this growth plane

I am alone in my own shade

Missing pieces

Count the blocks

For every

one

Fold the cloth

If there's infinite in thought There is more to a want

Distant cataclysmic butterfly maneuvers Bring torrential rain along the why am I

nurturing Cocoons that reap the harvested proof That enduring is part of

the part of the movement Particles switch lanes Or switch drawn interest

A pull to be safe Or a pull to the limit

No cosmic display of white boxes could end with A garden that

doesn't smell like it's toxic No apple for me but I'll challenge

a God No more stashing the leaves to be satisfied lost Sitting,

waiting, all comfortable

Banished by all

But within a place that is good enough to move on

Missing pieces Count the blocks For every one Fold the cloth If

there's infinite in thought There is more to a fall