No Turning Back


If we were to run away
to venture off, leaving our people behind
you with yours, me with mine.
If I held out a hand, would you hesitate?
To abandon restraint
making room for such essential change.
As a run in hosiery, life escapes our fingertips
repeatedly exploiting temptation.
A fragile negotiation,
granting extensions or seizing moments,
time refuses manipulation and in the silence
the truth makes spectacle;
a process rarely gentle.
If we were to run away,
where would we flee?
The unexpected: the impending possibility
an action threatened,
threatened without follow-through.
Spoil your soul in surrender,
relenting to the wind
in agreement with your intuition.
Let's role over, abandoning the known.
Role over, sit up, crawl, walk
run away.

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