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I didn't walk back expecting my old place at your right hand.
That of the bridesmaid was fated long ago, a changeling.

But to be left to fend for myself on my own
In a wilderness interesting only for its delapidation.
Is a new and perplexing circumstance.

Numbers Game Pt. 2

Will sheer desperation get you over the line,
Your own wish to force it out of you?

And to that other vessel your energy must go,
In order for you to win that which is your prize.

Remember, then, that projection is the key
That a thought is just a placebo in disguise.

But then again, it cannot be pushed too far,
Or that reciprocal you hope for will bend, and slew.

Numbers Game

Do you think it's a numbers game;

A simple back and forth of the digits?

Or is it more complex, does it explode

Into a game of chance and guesswork?

Really, could it be that we must just bend

Like the most fragile ironwork?

It cannot be as this, that some can fall and land

Like a coin upon neither side but rather on its end.

Step, Slide, Sideaway

Escape, roam free.
There's no need to be bound to that particular
Way of being.
It's just a lifting of a constant weight,
Perpetual motion.
A fight you'll never win.
You can't.

Just let it all go past.
Take your sidestep.
Be the matador,
Only you don't need the red flag.

Just break the cage that holds you,
and fly free.

Maybe you'll find your skies are
Clear and blue.