Pursuit
And other pressing issues:
Almost there.
A golden diving board pours,
Hold my fortune.
Such a night,
Such a night,
Such nights as these re frame a garden
On a teeter-toter.
Plight: picking away again,
Searching for balance,
An open reassurance.
Having remembered I leave the door open.
Emporium Resolute.
Calling out,
Calling for credit.
My feet fall finally my facet of forgetting.
Red axis,
Blue pitch.
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