i spit it out
but doubt overwhelms and the helm's pointed toward another storm
swallow up full and grab your pail!
hail the sky and praise the rain
chainlink melodies freeze in midair cracks
jagged as light unhinged
freedom in a cloudy afternoon
broken down to pieces through the fall
call me when you're ready
the steadybright gaze of sun trends disinterested
passing time through a toosmall strainer
stretching too slowly for calendar expectations
weigh at the stations cross as a compass
wait until the morning and dark will linger on
now the only question is to jump
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