Wild, confused thing needing focus,
Poor child, you know that shift isn't fleeting
That ribbon leaves its searing mark, insidious red letter
A changed thing, striking blind at the whirlwind
Unaware of your limits, your strengths
And denying your weaknesses and their permanent effects.
Lace burning holes in your skull
And your resolve.
We're all trying to find the answer to the same questions.
All trying to both see the connections, and see through them...
Look up.
Look through the chaos and the glittering distractions
That faint constellation of truth, hope, love, and promise - it shines down on all of us.
Some brighter than others, but we're still all looking up at the same bright star.
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