I would leave it all and jump
if you gave me the nod; Eyes closed to what's before me Shaking off what lies behind. Every mistake made, Every judgement call - Background noise - The crackle of the ice As I follow behind the curtain to the silence of a fresh snowfall the stillness of midnight To catch a glimpse Of what I've only assembled from the pebbles, scraps of paper, and cardboard of my mind.
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