Could it be or would it matter
Synergy dangling to be plucked
Picked for a gamble
Risking what isn’t actually real
Imagination can run away from you
And it will
Part of the gift to explore the possible
Anywhere you place the rose or spring
See what you’ve built
Know the inner piece left alone
There’s a fortune in frequency
This narrative could be a different character
Do no harm
What’s left is a choice
Sitting by a road with no homes
Yet
Memories to place along the lines as markers
The way back or to push on blind
Crashing into an evolution brighter
Or do it all upright locked in a fearful closet
Reframe this as a restful state
If you’ve been in then out then in
You’ve felt yourself full circle
Establishing what works
Other things don’t exist
In someone’s expectations
It doesn’t have to change outside
A marker can be nudges to symmetry
Crooked and straight
Weaving and zagging
A maze flattened
Pontificating what scenarios could be
Farther it goes the more nimble
Cast the lines out in the mystic
You will come for you
Stillness is difficult
Desire tricky as it dances
In the core there’s similarity
Even as the color ran a muck
When the gates broke
And the sky overturned
Hidden faces
Create everything in small stations that surround you
Hazy Acres 
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