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Unwinding |
The pull to go,
to retreat, not to fight or stay―
Arjuna's war, what is too much, too far
to serve?
Can I lift these limbs
to the peak of this moment, see past
my confusion:
am I clear of avoidance,
fear,
and the deceit of memory?
Watching myself and the crowd
drink our sorrows
as moments pass―
at least we're watching
copyright 2009
Suzanne
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