And also in grace, in balance, in order.

 

That journeys were always long, and

that struggle

was what drained you.

I used to believe

that beliefs

would never fold in on themselves,

that once the fire was gone from

the theory,

it could never find its way

back

into the leaves.

 

This is true. There was honestly a time

that I believed the last

word of a poem

was where

it ended.

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