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step on a crack
break your mother's back
or worse:
her heart.
can't disappoint the woman
who gave you You
and the tools to find the undefined self.
an omnipresent fog hovers over my path
will i rise to the mystery
or delve into the dirt?
getting lost in the unknown is bittersweet,
the quest unfolding into deep oblivion --
its marvels expanding the mind
at the expense of momentum.
there is no staircase to the answers
but steps must be taken everyday,
steps in midair, no ground underfoot --
life is not guaranteed,
curious breath compels me to continue on.

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