:::poetry
Some days, of late
I want to break, tear so
The rending none can mend, and then
When fraying, shredded at the edge, fair enough.
Mother's needle's all that's left to patch me up

I feel that I've, still
Quite a ways to go, still
When the nausea comes
I recall, the centre does not hold

As a child I was told, 'life's a journey'
a tandem free fall now I feel the wind and terror as the days grow old,
Find the centre in the loose air's hold
With a partner, or a fold,
At your back, to steal the cold
And see the falls beneath your soul
Empty into an abyss of home,
as if Alice and her sister fell together down the rabbit hole

Inside me find, among the dark
the hearth, it rests upon the fire
beating in my heart

No one longs to start anew, to stay
past days, with which this day has naught to do, but
begin again, my friends, back at the beginning, too
Creation, on and on
Awake each day, behold the rays of our eternal dawn
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