but to build on possibility it's still nice to have foundation
something to lean into, to stand upon while flailing
there is no balance in forward-only motion
i am drawing a map but the pieces are puzzling
breaking up and getting back together
weathering odds and evening out of bounds
a quick spin cycle and the dryers are out
all the static fit to broadcast and news that's turning olds
holding my breath so i don't spill controversial
lines never approved - underused and overwritten
smitten with overanalysis and a chalice full of shallowness
i am rhyming without apology
an airport always waiting to take off
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