single beam

Cutting through, holding back the river

The weight of it all is waiting to shine through.

A squirrel perched, opens its arms – allowing for a movement

With the focus of free form flight.

Wouldn’t it be nice to trust our own judgement

Basking in the glory

Of the single beam on repeat

On repeat

on repeat

Skipping over that last part

Saw how you jumped ten feet

Without asking.

Saw how you talked the talk

conversing with yourself

Getting that there answer

in the form of a question unasked.

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