A gnat of a thought is like

the beginning with bread and

water, when a newness is considered.

A startling release of treasonous intent,

an idea once dormant, now sparkling with

unchallenged release, opening against resistance,

pushing back the gray shadows from the eyes.

Difference provokes a defense unequalled

when determined. It becomes an appetite

consuming what’s ahead while shedding the past.

It’s another chance, like favorable winds,

widespread, without limits.



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