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∴

’tis a daunting, dark well

that we teeter beside

and i wonder,

is there wisdom within?

 

where sweet, serene safety

once held us

with care,

what is it we dare

when we leave swaying cradles

to go walking in wind?

 

what is the cost

of drawing up cups

and not diving,

and diving,

and diving

deeper in?

∴

 

 

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