she's sleeping
this new year
still sleeping
somewhere still sleeping
in the quiet sounds
of something shifting
that needs dreams
to reach for
to reach through
to cross
i meet them
in their meeting place
in the middle of a bridge
where the cable hangs down
low
and the riding
of that dragon
can bestow
it's bee hive huddle
activity
keeps tempting
action
make
do
be
become
resolved
resolute
i am not
i am still in the jelly
of the unmistakable
and to get out
of this
i must
choose
between
mistakes
mine?
and mine.
i choose.
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