gently scalded
by
a star’s loving mercy,
i slip again,
down
into the shadows
where (my) truth blossoms
furtive,
and safe
from expectations and love.
yearning for absolution,
yet fearing
dissolution into a greater part
of me.
so i scale these peaks of despair
and slide into the valleys, grounded in solitude,
all the while,
avoiding the stagnant tranquility of constancy.
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