There is no reason
to continue the same,
to resist the demands
time does claim.
Cramped up in fear
of what might be lost,
like a penny crimped
within a vise,
the chance to change
refuses to unfold
as it would if one
would only let go.
Cling to the edge
of this abyss,
or fall back toward
a newer bliss?
(from a work in progress, “Arcana,” IVpentacles, February 13, 2014)
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