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Untried and True.

Breathe. Lighten
your load. Leave luggage
at the door, crawl
into bed
with her. Your cup,

it runneth over
and her? Her well has no bottom:
if there was ever brighter
a sign of meant to be…

Let the scales tip,
take a ride. Trip
might just be what you need,
could find your way,
your place on this path.

Sure, come back
again. Reassess your quest,
transform the masque
you have made to conform
with all knowledge integrated
and a build a new voyage,

untried and true.

Went your lone path,
lost that high life.

Take stock, accept,
and move forward:

its all we’ve got.  


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