OPEN FOLDS

A signal without an arrow pointing

from an unspecified corner.  Choosing not

to speak is the language of the curious;

the absence of shoes limits the desire to go.

 

Something eventually brings us to the edge,

where the precipice creates a sickness in our

knees, fearing the fall and the bottom.

 

From here, the other side has an answer;

something we desperately lack..  The depth

before us is concerning, though we

prepare for the leap.

 

A new thought holds us.  We strike the

adventure.  A door shuts.  We press against.

We gaze at a night absent of direction; day

is extinguished.

 

Maybe tomorrow we will try again.

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