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[first published on The Writers' Hub, April 2013]
You who always saw straight through to the heart
Of things
Do not forget your visions or accept the fictions
Of the fearful
All that’s changed is the path got tangled up
With love
That’s the way of things around here
On a blue planet
Having nothing still means nothing
To you
And though each new layer brings you closer
To earth
You feel the weight but would not have it
Otherwise
When the time comes you’ll relax your grip
And find
The light undimmed, and everyone there
