Walking along the edge. Gazing at possibilities.
Slowly taking these steps, I sway to find my footing.
Indefinite, but with stride, and seeking affirmation,
I am altogether captured by the reverent form unfolding.
Resisting an impressive urge, to plunge into what feels true,
I have fallen before, and as they say."It's not the fall that kills."
So, here I remain. Myself. Steady and balanced on this ledge.
On the horizon, moments envisaged, are waiting to become.
When the timing is right, with respect to that uncertain state,
disquietude shall close and a new sort of harmony composed.
Where- I can jump, or rather fall, and immerse absolutely,
in amity and contentment. The fulfillment of this course.
What an extraordinary endeavor we have set out to travel.
Words which brim upon my lips, simply do not avail,
or impart to you, what I believe, this journey may reveal.
For now. these words will hold their place and we will walk on still.
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