I push away
the covers
and the reminders
rush out
to greet me
in every word
of wanting
hope suspends
in stirs
and the air
seems to soothe
the anxious angry
debris
it falls
where I can be saved
the hosts in
their gowns and glory
shower power
of amazing
there can be
something new
soul keeps
alive as
I wait to
know the distance
I have to
go to climb
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