Dreams, Inspiration, Poetry, Writing

Teetering

I’ll get to the root of this
Bear all my longings for laughter
Pick fruit after fruit
None yet ripe
Step on one-million tiny
things, oblivious
Crawl to the truth
Cry wolf
Struggle to hold
my head up
Climb a big hill
Walk the plank
a thousand times
But I’ll never step
over the edge,
I’ll get
to the
root
of
this.

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