| drowning
but waving
don't fret
i haven't forgotten
how to swim
how to lean
into a hard wave
to push
against the tide
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| and it shall set you free
set you up
set you down at the table
and lay it all on the line
a bird on the wire
a girl against the ropes
which can't tie you
if you don't need to hold on
hold over
be held by anyone else
and anyone else isn't here with you
right now right yet
know what's right for you
know that truth is contingent
is a screen
that once told
rips the curtain from the tabernacle
breaks the altar in two in you
will walk through
a test by fire
your open hands to the sky
will give you peace
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| this side of me
this sense of me
this pounding
this pushing
to be
this side of me
this risk of me
this fearless me
this shameless me
who just lives
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| the trouble is
i've got many rooms
and the draft comes in
and blows the plastic sealing
off the windows
the trouble is
in four entrance doors
don't use them and they'll rot
be a faithful guest
and i'm always waiting for more
i lean hard
i loom over
i fall apart
i keep secrets
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| i carved on
out a space
onto myself
in words words words
i've leaned back
into this swing
onto the ropes
built my own damn tree house
these roots
hold me up
make me sore
and shift perspective
these leaves
write themselves
wilt themselves
cover my crumpled ground
i cannot go
cut from here
propagate as fully
can't dig this up, again
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