Friday, February 10, 2017

Qi Grail

It becomes more challenging
To perish from exposure
If you wait for fine weather.
It gets rather riskier
To wait for the miracle
To save you in the meantime.
You become a breath between

Alternative narratives
Of catastrophe and death
Garlanded by fantasies
Of cosmic benevolence
For your given foolishness.
You drive straight at the cliff
You won't leap off without wings.

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