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a last gasp to hurry me forward


   


Let go, once more

Let go and follow through

There may I find something other than new

But what for is more

If I have slipped in my rush?

That’s not a reason to move



To the window’s eyes peering down on me

I’ve been hiding my sight

Counting on a last gasp to hurry me forward

Can I push through the definites I am told?

As winds threaten to fold

I sat to hear if collapse drew louder



Still I’m walking my bike home that I haven’t learnt to ride

It’s a lot to learn when you’re in need of a disguise

I’ll dip my shoes in yellow paint

Then hang them out to dry

It’s new to me



Today’s garden I fall is covered in dusty dirt

It’s from where I pulled the bulbs for the only reason being

That I could

The disgust I wear to the muck on my foot

Tells me I am not where I need to be



A mouth stuck open in shock

With an absence of tongue and teeth
Tells me I accept where I am