Seven of Cups
Pursuit
If I had one breath
Left would I
Call to you
To come see
What I believe
Is in my reach?
The anger, the cries,
The counsel
To choose one,
To ground,
To test visions
Against reality --
Long since faded
To a ringing in my ears.
And here I am
Using that breath
To explain why
I do not call to you.
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