though hints are to be found at each turn
there is a rumor wind that blows all through
it makes the sun a massive star
the moon a shining crescent
the tales we told as children
ring much more true than our newspaper stories
and the shifting sand by ocean is
much more prescient than any solid ground
lies, lies, and more
chimera wins the day
but the danger lies not in getting sucked in
but to not be sucked in enough
then, in the whorl, one can see the coming and going
that is just grasped at and slowed down
to make them seem more real
you are blind
i am deaf
i do not hear the facts of the day
turning into all tomorrow's legends
but by the breath i own,
i turn the corner and make for home
knowing full well i've already been
and where i run never arrives at a terminus
rather than steer clear of charybdis,
i dove straight in
and on the other end,
brighter than a thousand suns
i reached the shore of the brave
the courage to be
in the face of all possibilities
is the will to keep walking with broken feet
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