4d • Poetry
Tall, small or not at all
A new influence
A different view
Siren blares through the gritty storm
Turning my heart to listen
watching behind bruised lids as patters form.
Abundance of choice provides the ultimate illusion...
My pulse quickens
prickling my skin
hot and breathless and disbelieving.
The path darkens while crescent moon returns
reminding me I'm so very small
Amor fati
Just stand tall.
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Tall, small or not at all
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