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the last mile

how to guard this great

buoyant secret

swelling within my belly

threatening to burst

with every word i speak?

i’ve been silent for so long

it seems inhumane to swallow

bliss so engulfing

it feels like a shield

still i must contain myself

a little longer

fate is so easily tempted

and joy subject

to the threat of eclipse

i cannot risk having

this rug pulled out

from under me

so i curl back into

my billowing self

waiting for the tentative

to become absolute


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