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Step out, however meagerly,
from the mouth of the cave.
Hug the outside wall, one foot
still within shadow’s safety.
Feel the wind, the first spiral
assault of green spaced vertigo:
the conventional falls away
from all that held you secure,
like a leaf trembling at twig-tip
before letting loose, grasping
nothing but air; no ideas
to prop up sacred beliefs,
only the wind, the currents,
and your ability to fly free.