Sometimes when you’re going, striving
reaching for that just too long flower
there are voices in your head
that whisper different possible deaths
to what you’ve started
how you go
the feeling of this life’s long show
And so you go on knowing
that you’ve already fallen down
but failure is just imprecision
it’s the getting up that knows
When you see it in your heart
where only laughing jeerers taunt
you spread your arms in wise acceptance
and sit to sip of the godly font
I will read this one again and again, over and over. Well done.
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