Undelivered –

blistering past Notions of shame and deliverance

we fade into Ourselves, holy-

holding doubt as foreclosure -- Where

must we be

in order to Understand logic? -- a shy

girl standing against the wall

says "No,

I was not aware of that" -- We

bridle

at this – Our spirits coalescing here inside

the Light; our Steps

are measured, here, as

we count down the days to our Circumspection --

awareness non-compliant

and destitute – Is it

here

we find Ourselves much vaunted

and little by little

overcoming our Inertia?

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